Basically, it’s my own fault. But not for the reasons the cops are saying.
It’s my gluttony, not my smart mouth or political opinions or ‘failure to be carrying some form of federal identification.’ Plain and simple, it’s my love of food that landed me in this jail cell, standing against the wall being given the [...]
Archive for the ‘Shorts’ Category
27 Apr
Red White and Blue Lights
19 Apr
Metaphor Needs Tightening
“Who do you want to take it?”
More static.
“Wasjeck, who are you going to assign to take the case?”
I finally made eye contact with Royce, annoyed he was talking to me, angry he was asking, brusquely astonished he didn’t know. “We’re taking it.”
None of us wanted it. But no-one else could be trusted to get it [...]
6 Apr
Highlights Collection
Everyone needs friends who encourage them to follow their dreams, and everyone needs friends who point out the shortcomings and hazards in said dreams.
Why I got the extremes of both spectrums, I do not know. For instance, when I expressed my desire to go skydiving, Lisa told me ‘Soar, baby. Take yourself up past everything [...]
29 Mar
Still in Fiction
I continued staring listlessly the freezer, wasting pennies of electricity to confirm my knowledge that there was nothing to eat which did not require hours of thawing, preparation, and probably ingredients that did not exist in my kitchen. Eric had finished the ice cream yesterday – not the mint chocolate chip – that had been [...]
25 Mar
Still we live meanly like ants, though the fable tells us we were long ago changed into men.
You see it all the time, in movies and nightmares and Lifetime dramas.
The soldier, or maybe a pair of them, walking solemnly up a driveway. Cut to a hand ringing a doorbell. Cut to the yellow slip of paper, bright and fluttering and screaming its message. Cut to the reaction, the payoff shots of the [...]
22 Mar
I Am Out of Order
The below is completely fictional. I am going to stretch my incredibly creaky fictional joints for the next several posts, basically trying to put myself first-person into scenarios and write it out. Sometimes the point will the the prose, sometimes the situation, hopefully eventually both. Right now I am focusing more on poetry and situational/character [...]
22 Mar
There we sat,
nothing but awkwardness and empty plates which had been full of meat’n’cheese omelet for me and pancakes for her.
We’d been friends all though grade school until high school, when she moved to Montana. Something about better ranches and her dad needing more room for grazing . . . when you’re young no reason is a [...]
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