Yard Sell
Jun 27th
9:00 and it’s already hot — surrounding our trinket-strewn lawnscape with a twinkling, sulfuric haze. The Calusa once cultivated this land. This time of day, they’d already be in full swing: carrying fresh water, building huts, and hauling fish. But, here we are still scrambling to promote and stage scattered buffets of consumer bloat.
I’m wincing, [...]
Absolut Dicktater
Jun 20th
LOCK AND KEY, SAFE WITHIN THE VATICAN CITY ENCLAVE, shrouded beneath the Holy Library, Pope Benedict sat at the head of a seamless 50 yard solid oak table. He stood gesturing hands asway and his deep set eyes cast a dark shadow over the sea of white Cardinal robes. His voice echoed slightly through the [...]
Peace on Earth Tonight
Jun 15th
An original song from the new surplus population Holiday Music album, tinsel. It’s pro-troops, anti-war. Make up your own mind! It’s the best Christmas present you can give yourself.
Eddie joined the Guard when he got out of school
He worked at True Value, he’s nobody’s fool
Now it’s three hitches later, [...]
And Then There Were Loaves
Jun 13th
On another buttermilk batter day in another country fried town, the wheels of change were churning. The Bayou was burning hot, but the hard hats wiped their sun scorched brows and hiked up their Dungarees. Like biscuits from heaven, money had poured into the small Louisianna town and chicken chain restaurants emerged on every other [...]
Between a Nail & a Hammer
Jun 11th
“Well, you’re awful brave,” said the man next to me sluggishly, perhaps even drunkenly, as I pondered what in the world my problem was. My hands did not shake. My respiration was regular. The only evidence that I was not cool as a cucumber were my eyes, owlishly large and flitting back [...]
We Sell Fish
Jun 5th
Dollie swung the chicken basket out of the frier as unnoticed grease leapt up onto her bulging forearm. Her gloved finger waved in Josh’s face. His eyes looked on as more grease gurgled and popped to the beat of the neglected chicken timer. Her choice words lost meaning in the kitchen heat; he tilted [...]
Grazi
Jun 2nd
We filed into the fat, flying freightfurter carrying our comforts — pensive and bubbly. I snuggled into my seat with my hands pressed tightly atop my opinion-filled drab messenger bag. Squinting out the window, I watched the hand signals and luggage carts — anything to calm the anxiety.
I didn’t have to fidget long. The crunching [...]
