Weaving Through the Hair on a Polar Bear’s Backside

I throw on my sunglasses, walking beside Hank, Will and Simon as they carry on a conversation about Moby Dick. Why they would be talking about Moby-Dick at eight-thirty-in-the -morning God only knows. Then again, none of us believe in God, so I suppose no one will ever know. There is a cafe with outdoor tables on the sidewalk of the main road and we … Continue reading Weaving Through the Hair on a Polar Bear’s Backside

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The Meaning of Life on the Inside of a Dark Chocolate Wrapper

  **A friend asked me if I ever write erotica. I said no, but decided to give it my best shot anyways… Samantha sat over a cup of soft coffee, pondering the meaning of life; there were charts, tables, graphs, quotes, poems, and even the wrapper for a bar of dark chocolate. Samantha sighed. She turned. A man stood in her door. Half of her … Continue reading The Meaning of Life on the Inside of a Dark Chocolate Wrapper

What Jerry Had to Say About the Meaning of Life

My boss walks into the teacher’s room. “Essay day!” she calls. All the teachers, myself included, groan. She puts a fat stack of hot paper on the communal desk. My first class is a pile of pimples, pit-hair and angst. Middle school is the worst, I think, taking a mirror from the girl in the front row as I walk in. I pull out the … Continue reading What Jerry Had to Say About the Meaning of Life

A Giant Floating Ball of Dicks

It’s late. I watch my friends argue. It is a cool night, a bit wet; windows wide. I consider killing myself in the morning. “He’s a Dick,” L insists, lighting a joint. B shrugs, “Everyone is a dick in one way or another” L nods taking a long hit. He looks up at the ceiling, blows. The smoke pools, listens a moment, rolls it’s eyes and … Continue reading A Giant Floating Ball of Dicks