Bears at the Great Wall of China

Stepping off the Great Wall, Chris turns to me. “Want to see the bear park before we go?” he asks. I shrug. He leads the way. It is only a short walk. Inside, we walk past pit, after dirty pit, of bears. A PETA-activists nightmare, or wet-dream, depending on the activist. The bears are as grime-caked as the pits they live in. There are jungle … Continue reading Bears at the Great Wall of China

The Fool with a Sinking Stone

You know a date has gone wrong when you’re apologizing in the first five minutes. “I’m sorry,” I tell her. She frowns, she even looks pretty when she frowns. Idiot, I think, berating myself. “Well you shouldn’t say things like that,” she says, angrier still. “I, uh, I’m sorry?” “You know, women can do anything. I bet I could kick your ass if I wanted.” … Continue reading The Fool with a Sinking Stone

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Knowing Too Much and Nothing at All

A shower appeared in my bedroom thirty seconds ago. No, not a shower. A tube of some sort, fogged glass. The door opens, steam pours out. Okay, maybe it is a shower. A man with neat hair and an old face steps out. He frowns. “You’re not Martin,” he says, then scowls, “crap.” He turns and looks at the shower, then back at me. “Where … Continue reading Knowing Too Much and Nothing at All

Pioneer of the Madrid Botanical Gardens

We sat in the park drinking port wine and eating cheap cheese out of a loose package. Next to the park there was a high brick wall with an even higher cast iron fence atop it. Moved with curiosity, I decided to go in search of the entrance. Hank and Will followed, we circled the perimeter and eventually found the gate. MADRID BOTANICAL GARDENS “Neat,” … Continue reading Pioneer of the Madrid Botanical Gardens

Gallery of Post Post Modern Art

I find George, holding his nose and staring at a painting of a headless duck. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” I say, unzipping my jacket. “What is wrong with your nose?” George turns to me. “Oh,” he says, in a nasally voice, “they were out of clothespins.” I look around and notice that everyone in the Gallery had tan splintery little clothespins latched to their noses. … Continue reading Gallery of Post Post Modern Art