August 11, 2011
The loon trudges up The Hill to visit the ghostly remains of his past. Yellow buses, innards churning, once challenged The Hill, and so, too, sometimes, did a 1954 blue and white Chevrolet BelAir containing the young loon. Having gained the summit, the loon looks across to where those houses weren’t and once upon a […]
August 10, 2011
One day Clyde leaned on his hoe instead of chopping at the weeds in the garden. Why? His wife, as was her habit, was off gathering string, and Clyde tended to laze and dream when not lashed from task to task by his wife’s long barbed tongue. “Help me, you great bullock!” cried a tiny […]
August 9, 2011
Due to be out next week is the loon’s saner self’s children’s fantasy e-book, The Woodlock, #4 of The Bekka Chronicles.
August 8, 2011
A man is blindfolded and led into a bakery. A bearclaw is placed in his left hand, a glazed buttermilk bar in his right. Dilemma: When he visits his sister next week, should he drive as he promised his mother, or should he fly as he promised his father?
August 6, 2011
When he brought her back to me, she was still screaming, so I wrung her neck. Well, this is rather alarming behavior for a fine 13-year old lad at the turn of the 13th century until I inform you that the ‘he’ is a dog and the ‘she’ is a rabbit.
August 5, 2011
“Ha-harrrr, me hearty, come aboard then. Step lively. Health coverage on this here vessel be including all the hooks and peg legs your black heart may desire.”
August 4, 2011
The answer is obviously ‘b’. I mean, come on.
August 3, 2011
Rod Serling: a. tooled around L.A. on a skateboard. b. had to be in some way somehow related to Sandy Koufax. I mean, come on. c. could bowl (as in cricket) with either hand. d. could float in the air, but chose not to. e. once made Walt Disney cry .
August 2, 2011
Henry VIII Bette Davis a nice juicy haunch Hedda Hopper President Taft Ambrose Bierce cannon The participants were arrayed thusly in the field. Henry VIII, squired by Bette Davis, readied himself for the sprint, knees bent, flexing his fingers. President Taft, eagerly grinding his teeth and fairly trembling at the sight of the haunch, was […]