The car was a used Chrysler LeBaron convertible
parked just around the corner.
Dark blue and dented, it had lived
a bumpy life.
They got in and Cal started the engine.
And when he shifted, the car rumbled
and fought … Read on Macduff...
This; And also that
Projector
He projects things on her
like she’s a drive-in movie.
He plays whole movies on her.
Clown shoes
I found this spam comment on a friend’s site yesterday (minus the line breaks). I’ve swapped out the thing they were selling and replaced it with “clown shoes” because, well, I don’t want to sell their stuff.
But I loved … Read on Macduff...
Tuscan holiday
Everything is black and white here.
They shine bright lights on us and shout
“Passports? ID? What is your country?”
We moan and
claw at our eyes with fingers
cracked and crooked.
Sometimes the light is swung about and
I … Read on Macduff...
Devil
What our crazy neighbor said to my wife the other night
not realizing that my wife is
“the woman before you”
and that we’d recently fixed the porch light,
she said:
“I’m glad you’re here
because the woman
before you… Read on Macduff...
Tough talk on the telephone
“Did you hear that?
That’s the sound of
me
throwing my
Dale Carnegie book
into the trash.”
Dream bit
Eventually, so few people
bothered to vote any more
all they had to do was
gas the voting booths on election day
to get rid of the remaining
troublemakers.
You’ve got a spark
A girl lives in a castle, surrounded by enormous wealth. She is ignored by virtually everyone. Unbeknownst to her, she is also the source of all this wealth.
A woman she believes is her mother lives with her in the … Read on Macduff...
They Might Be Having a Golden Age
If you love yourself even a little, check out TMBG.com — They Might Be Giants home on the web.
I have enjoyed this band for, like 19 years. Gack! After sort of burning out on them, I went to a … Read on Macduff...
Thinking about Notebooks
A few years ago I finally figgered out a really obvious thing: that writing’s only one part inspiration/ability. Duh, I know. But there I was, waiting for the spirit of F. Scott to sieze control of my spine, to toss … Read on Macduff...