This happened back on Sunday, April 6. That morning, like we do most Sunday mornings, we took the dog out for a walk for a couple of hours. On our way back to the house, █████ developed a hankering for a donut. We stopped by a couple of neighborhood bakeries that
Occasionally I have vivid nightmares that leave me afraid to go back to sleep. (Probably PTSD from the LDS years.) The night before last, I had the worst I'd had in some time. It was one of those dreams that seems, while it's happening, to go
I just saw the Dairy Fairy. I know! Can you believe it? The Dairy Fairy is the name █████ coined for the mythical figure who comes in the night and leaves milk, cream, eggs, and other assorted breakfasty goodies on our front porch. Every Friday morning, I rise at 5:00
I guess I've watched way too many episodes of The Wire lately, and read too much Richard Price. Now, every time I go to the kitchen to refill my coffee mug I think of it as the "re-up." On an almost separate note, I'm
A big cookie lies pulverized in a tight accretion disc in the bus lane of Madison Avenue. Two black (soot-stained?) pigeons peck away at the unbelievable bonanza. Peck peck hop peck. Cars are coming. A gray sedan bears down. Fly, pigeons! Get out of the way! Pigeons, why can'
I am sitting in a comfy chair in my local non-Starbucks coffee joint, laptop on lap top, having just finished a grande skim latte and a fresh draft of the afterword for my chapbook. Ben Folds is playing on the stereo. A body could grow accustomed to this.
I could drink 132.38 Starbucks Grande Caffe Lattes before croaking. How about you?
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