Russian Roulette: The Journey to the East
Russian Roulette is a classic life-or-death game of chance; spin the barrel, pull the trigger, hope for the best. Our version is a little different, and significantly less fatal. Grab a book, notebook, album, movie–whatever–flip or skip to a random excerpt, and hope for a BANG. Today’s barrel is loaded with The Journey to the East by [...]
Russian Roulette: Franny and Zooey
Russian Roulette is a classic life-or-death game of chance; spin the barrel, pull the trigger, hope for the best. Our version is a little different, and significantly less fatal. Grab a book, notebook, album, movie–whatever–flip or skip to a random excerpt, and hope for a BANG. Today’s barrel is loaded with Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger. [...]
Russian Roulette: White Noise
Russian Roulette is a classic life-or-death game of chance; spin the barrel, pull the trigger, hope for the best. Our version is a little different, and significantly less fatal. Grab a book, notebook, album, movie–whatever–flip or skip to a random excerpt, and hope for a BANG. Today’s barrel is loaded with White Noise by Don DeLillo, and [...]
Russian Roulette: Red Harvest
Russian Roulette is a classic life-or-death game of chance; spin the barrel, pull the trigger, hope for the best. Our version is a little different, and significantly less fatal. Grab a book, notebook, album, movie–whatever–flip or skip to a random excerpt, and hope for a BANG. Today’s barrel is loaded with Red Harvest by Dashiell Hammett. Hammett, [...]
Fiction: “Past Penny” by Charles Nevsimal
What I miss most about Penny isn’t our countless dinners at expensive restaurants, it isn’t our midnight Scrabble wars or our magical Christmas mornings. It isn’t our uninhibited nighttime bedroom rendezvous in the queen-size bed whose springs used to groan the syllables of our names.
Unsorted Bike Path Memories
Here’s a piece from my friend AK. A few sample musings on a strange period in our lives, about ten years ago. This piece inspired a recent #FailFriday piece entitled, “Applesauce Balls.” Unsorted Bike Path Memories -or- “untitled” by AK “I told you people to stay out of my yard, you drug infested [...]
Fiction: Excerpt from “Old Man” by Jon Kaplan
Tanner spoke slow and soft with a drawl that spun in the air before melting into the next word. His yellow, sweat stained cuffs were rolled up to his elbows and his khaki pants looked two sizes too big. Sometime after his mysterious departure, Tanner had grown a thin, dirty blond mustache.
“This your first time?” he asked.
The Commingling of Tabitha and the Vagrant
The Commingling of Tabitha and the Vagrant By BC Smith March, 2008 His YMCA shower called for fresh newspaper laid down with care in the doorway he was calling home Almost in the shade, almost in the sun, another nap without sleep Little footsteps and his eyes open up. “Hello Mr. Biggs,” she’ll call over [...]