Cecil Vortex

Daisy Flower

by

Here’s a tune and a time capsule, written on a rare day when my daughter Shonny woke up in a so-so mood. Fortunately, it didn’t last. -Cecil time: 50 seconds; specs: 779K Press Play to play.

The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 18

by

Which describes the condition of the famous marchers as they skip and/or stumble toward the far side of this escapade. And yes, perhaps, like me, you’ve fallen a little behind again. But with so little food left on your plate, surely you’ve got appetite enough to pop this wee remaining morself? Some will finish in … Read more

This one’s for the ladies

by

As a married guy, a lot of my female friends and acquaintances have been asking me for years to tell them how to snag a fella — to reveal the big secret of exactly what it is that men like. And until now, I’ve always said “I shant.” But then recently, I saw the movie … Read more

There wert a time

by

There wert a time, oh a long time ago, like in movie time, when you could tip someone a sketch more than they’d expect and you’d say “thank you” in a low ruffled D and they’d say “thank you,” clean surprise in their voice and tall eyes with bouncy brows like “thank you” you know? … Read more

Love words are plopping

by

The scariest guy in town sits on a bus bench beside his sweetie true. His prison-gym forearms coiled energy all Pop-Eye’d and snarling with frenzied shag end at knotted hands tranquill in her lap. Driving past you can hear love words plopping like hash onto metal trays out of that crazy-Joe bushy beard.

The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 17

by

Regarding the troubled end and conclusion of week 16. Puff puff puff — almost there, almost there. As we near the close of this adventure, my question this week is, what’s next for you? I know a lot of folks read other books while they deathmarch, but I’ve pretty much been reading just this, with … Read more

Regrets

by

The food inside my intestines advances like a jungle animal stalking me in small leaps three inches, five inches at a time seizing ground rumbling fixing me frightened to a point because a jungle animal doesn’t care how nice you are or how much you need sleep or how sorry you are that you ate … Read more

The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 16

by

Concerning what befell the marchers on their way to Week 16. As ever, I’m one week behind. Good meaty section, I thought. And there’s the thrill of holding a thin slice of a big book in your right hand, which never gets old. Hit one of my most favoritist moments in the book so far … Read more

Our new faith

by

Over the holidays, my family converted to one of those new religions you’ve been reading so much about on MySpace and Google. We chose the “Cheese Promise Keepers,” a group that restores the authority over all family cheese decisions to the man of the house. While the “Cheese Promise Keepers” may not be for everyone, … Read more