June 3, 2017
Harleton Camber glanced down to reassure himself that the creases in his trousers were knifed perfection. They were. He noted the carnation artfully perched on his lapel in effulgent perfection, a song of white. Reassured, he tapped lightly on the gong. The door swung open. He entered the solarium. Over the heads of the amiably […]
June 2, 2017
To be fair, those little sandwiches were really tasty.
June 1, 2017
At the ballet’s dress rehearsal for the first performance of Igor’s Rite of Spring, Igor was heard to say: a. ‘Huh?’ b. ‘I’m worried about the Iowa farmland demographic.’ c. ‘Can I have another one of those little sandwiches?’ d. ‘Vodka!’
May 31, 2017
my heart a tender bucket in thrall to the moon and its petals my soul a golden sieve processing life ore in the factory
May 28, 2017
Loon: A woman’s ghost named Mary Shelley from some previous time has been brought to us by the Lords of the 4th Dimension to undergo the Three Question Interview. As a ghost of yore, Mistress Mary, aren’t you envious when you see how the stoves of today with burners and ovens are so much easier […]
May 26, 2017
Oddly enough, such behavior is not uncommon among assistant producers.
May 25, 2017
Mr. and Mrs. de Winter are alarmed that: a. Godzilla is rising from the depths before their very eyes. b. Alfred Hitchcock’s still writhing lunch is being carried onto the set. c. three long lines of madly grinning men with green hands are filing in. d. a mentally unbalanced assistant producer is dancing about weeping […]
May 23, 2017
When Deems Strobing walked to the end of the pier, he expected to look down and see water. The shock he received was as if a bowl of lightning had been flung in his face. For it happened that upon looking down, he saw a sea of sand. Dry sand. Desert sand. ‘No! It can’t […]
May 22, 2017
heaven’s comb has many teeth it also rides a harley it roars across the rainbow heath and dines on oats and barley