There have been times in my life when I was convinced the act of sleeping was an unnecessary habit promulgated by atavistic traditions as normal and necessary when in actual…

Were you watching the World Series? Did you go Trick-or-Treating? Get started on your holiday gift buying? Why? WTF were you thinking? You should have been writing, like Jim Harstad,…

“Prostitution,” the tall man states with serene confidence, “is the public promulgation of private parts for pecuniary purposes. Do we call it renting? Or selling? Letting? Or getting? And so…

Cantankerous Boy, come help me dis can-tankerous! –What? No can open da can. –How come? Sardine come in square can. No can open. Can-tankerous. –Ha, ha. You da one cantankerous….

Speaking to the gods We had a long talk the other day – the gods and me. I thanked them for my good life, and they said they had no…

Pulled by a fragile memory of an unpardonable deed, you amble crookedly to the door. Relief lies just beyond –yet you circle back, struggling with consumption of circular destination. The…

After talking it over with the judges, we decided we need to run the September contest again in October. The reason why we’re doing this is because we made a…

Congratulations to Rbibeau, Teter, Doreen B, Darrell, and Jim Harstad. You’re all monthly winners in our Year of the Pig writing contest. That means each of you has won 1000000000…

Hanging out bareheaded, baldheaded in this sultry summer sun, gentle sea breezes tickling my ears, I think maybe there really is something to this fresh start idea and that just…

I asked a palmist for my future. Looking at her, I asked impolitely, “What do you mean ‘used up?” She replied, “You married flowers.”