Clearance Runzelspoon
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A terror on the boards. Master of the tip-in. The quicker putter backer.
The writings of Clearance Runzelspoon
Cran Little Dittle
November 26, 2009 - 11:34 pm
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You call it turkey day.
That’s nice, but
for me it’s
still all Barry
Walden Emergence
November 4, 2009 - 12:17 am
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You made me
flash on Walden
that look upon
your face…
Uprising
September 6, 2009 - 9:13 am
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Rolling and twisting
in the warm night
It wrestles out from
under my watch
Scratching, swinging
specific with fury and
he looms
Smiling that monster
has no pointed
teeth
But he
but it will
reap the carrots
And waking angry
we’re all in
the shade
today
Cicles
February 3, 2009 - 9:47 pm
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Snow slides in fatside funnel dance.
Please somebody and tell the birds
And the salt man too
Yesterday and tomorrow
are similar; not same
My apologies to beaks
A butterfly bruise for your
bicep or mine might
not cut it
or paste over holy
that gaping ozone
tear
Brewster Revisited
October 28, 2008 - 8:26 pm
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Brewster’s hand is unconventional. It was maligned during the liberations of Vietnam and Kuwait. His weekends are as complex as most — coffee, morning news, pop tarts, grocery store, post office, couch, Montel, Taco Bell, skin sites, beer, bed.
He used to work at Al’s Hardware and Mr. Video. Now things are different. A driver goes [...]
Rehearsal: There Will be Mud
August 27, 2008 - 10:25 pm
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Father Kaveatz stood at the window of his rectory bedroom, staring out across the yard through his weathered Galilean binoculars. He smiled knowingly at the cloud of dirt far in the distance.
“They’ll be men yet,” he sighed, elbowing me in the ribs. I shook my head, but couldn’t hold back a smirk.
“A little bit of [...]
Currency
August 21, 2008 - 11:59 pm
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Cast iron confident little soldiers in white polo shirts and grey slacks stomped across a grassy pasture. The football marched back and forth in a cloud of mud and soot. Traffic sped by the chicken wire fence. Honks and screeching brakes nullified the shouts out far beyond the bounds of supervision.
James clothesline-tackled Craig, catching his [...]
Rising Waters
June 12, 2008 - 12:18 pm
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“Now, Jesus Christ is my personal God and Savior, but there’s something strange going on with the weather.”
He stood against the brick, outer wall of the walk-in clinic, wearing foakley sunglasses and a sporty polo shirt tucked into bright red basketball shorts. The accompanying red and white sneakers completed his “am I an assistant high [...]
Bingo
May 27, 2008 - 11:07 pm
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“John McCain is a piece of shit.”
Bill nodded his head slowly, looking down with solemn concentration. Blue and red chips were spread across his Disabled Veteran’s Lodge Super Bingo Board. He laid down a red piece and turned his eyes to Darryl.
“I used to sit around after school and watch tv — man… those commercials [...]
Indiana Rush and the Tower of Limbaugh
May 8, 2008 - 12:45 pm
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Out on the late fringes of Spring, Hoosiers keep a low profile. No basketball, no soccer — only a warming groundhog’s snowball could effect the slow pulse of May in Bloomington, Indiana. On Reclamation Sunday, our tiny, liberal, mid-western oasis breathes a sigh of relief. Student exodus turns down the volume; bike lanes reappear; adolescent [...]
Dissipation
April 29, 2008 - 10:44 pm
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The sun lowered slowly behind a row of ten dark-clad figures. Their downcast eyes looked up occasionally to meet the beady, yellow glance of alligators skimming the surface of the lake. A car door slammed and high heels clopped across the wooden bridge. Tiny flecks of twilight leapt off the black water and flickered in [...]
The Fix
April 24, 2008 - 12:34 pm
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Bush
Clinton
Bush
Clinton
Don’t make it so
yo’ shrouded in know
Tho’ Iraq is Iraq
It’s better than Nam
Mainly, please no
McCain
Lord knows he’s
on that bus
Trusting in god,
guns, burning that oil
Nixon on steroids
McCain Mark IV
East and West
March 16, 2008 - 12:07 am
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Pangea is real. Maybe Charlton Heston and Ted Haggard rode dinosaurs with Mel Gibson to get to Thunderdome before the Ice Age. Why not? I’ll believe when I see it. Play the tape back… Somebody get Homeland Security on the phone.
Once, destruction was confined to countless microcosms packed together in a motherland of innocent [...]
Watchful
March 10, 2008 - 11:47 am
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Piles of pink plastic toys shimmer
Around her pigtails in the center
of a capsizing bed
She scrambles for shelter
a wet dog on deck
holding on
And squirms below father’s plump finger
Voices thunder and tremble
She wails like a siren
Innocent cries for justice and mercy
Without the words or why
A father repeats
Door swings open and he enters
A sibling with memories
Of such blood
Vengeance [...]
Attrition
February 26, 2008 - 12:19 am
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Swinging spade
powerfully low
glassy chips and
granite bits
My spine
breaking water
though separation
pangs
Jack returns with
icy fresh vigor
this old back
remains
Palmetto Panini
February 18, 2008 - 11:15 pm
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Slick red wrinkles on
raw soak fingers.
Steel wool grinding over
bone faux marble
Bleach water bucket
stings eyes nose
though nowhere
near
He says hurry.
“We need
glass.”
But fast is not
clean and salmon
else’s guilt
NBC
February 14, 2008 - 12:49 pm
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I used to be a normal person. I woke up around 6:45, took a 15 minute shower, ate a perfunctory breakfast of eggs and coffee, and rode the subway to work like everyone else. My routine never varied. My dedication to this schedule never wavered, never faltered. Even when small wrinkles [...]
Concierge
February 8, 2008 - 10:00 pm
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Three hundred and sixty degrees of darkness. The clopping of my heels against stone steps. I’m a corkscrew headed down.
We are getting warmer from late Fall to mid Spring. The first drop of sweat leaves my forehead and the loss overcomes me. I feel it all so strongly here without even a shadow to [...]
Circuit
February 4, 2008 - 10:41 pm
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We from the South
and the rich eat the poor
Alley gator needle arms
dank whispers in the dark
Ozone escapes
through hollow pockets
Gone and where?
North city lights
Sunny dark enough
Empty not gone
I’m stark with
eyes horizontal
Bang the night
black bright fear
silent alone
when running
The valley is high
She is my sun
Hearing then
and never gone
Testaroni
January 25, 2008 - 11:03 pm
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When Mitt Romney defeated Hillary Clinton in the 2008 election, the United States of America paused. Open mouths dropped into laps. On that day, every citizen was alone. Baffled by the sound of one voice from the television set, they stared straight ahead — changing the channel, hoping to switch to another dream, even another [...]
StripMall Influenza
January 9, 2008 - 12:56 am
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Colton grabbed his tattered green rain jacket from the floor and slung it over his shoulders. The zipper went off track and ripped straight up to his neck leaving him in what looked like nightclub maternity wear. Sighing resignedly, he headed down the hallway, past the copier, water cooler, and out the door into [...]
Med
December 31, 2007 - 12:22 am
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He didn’t own a whistle. He didn’t wear a hat. He sloped along staring into the hazy blue sky in his striped oxford shirts, khaki slacks, and brown hiking boots. His long arm cradled a clipboard — a token to coaching conformity. He spoke to his young runners in pleasant, even tones — one-by-one — [...]
Respite
December 22, 2007 - 11:37 pm
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Glass castle of the forest
To see the leaves
without a sneeze
Temple of light
no shadows
tall alone
Unknown beauty
observing
fragility
Overnight Sensation
December 19, 2007 - 2:58 pm
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The Constelluchi brothers founded CStine Inc., shortly after graduation. The triplets all earned their Bachelors of Information Science and shared aspirations in the blossoming field of Nanotechnology. Their work quickly garnered much respect within inner circles. The up-and-coming tech giant Biosplat paid the brothers two million dollars to pursue their NanoMesh patent — a light-weight [...]
Loaner
December 17, 2007 - 11:45 pm
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An empty three-year old, three bedroom sits in a breezy, dirt hill neighborhood. Furniture indentations and lightly scuffed walls cling to optimistic times — fading. A new coat of paint, fresh potpourri, and freshly baked cookies inject a shot of warmth. Dumpsters and dozers whine just outside — whispering the promises of tomorrow through echoes [...]
Nosewater
December 14, 2007 - 12:47 am
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See a child. Water swept up my nose: a flip under waves or submerging too quickly. Pain and tears for pollen, dust, dander: fodder for weeping sinuses. Admire my cranial bulge. It fills to the brim between the eye sockets. I float from room to room, scattering tissues. Over the counter and into the living [...]
Stasis Staid Holidays
December 9, 2007 - 12:42 am
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A whimsical unitard-clad gnome sits nestled at the very center of Earth. He strokes his technicolor beard — his only job. He does not wonder why. Why not? Micro-Geothermal wave thoughtslettes emanate from his creased forehead. Toasty broad spectrum nurtures while thirsty vibrations torture — towing the infinite loop. The gnome pilot stares unblinking straight [...]
Blubber Blue
December 1, 2007 - 11:26 pm
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I’m strolling on the pier with the gulls overhead swooping endlessly and a shadowy bulge emerges from the tide below — massive whale on the land — it lurches forward on flipper legs, bellowing through its slimy sword teeth. People scream hoarsely; they run, but I’m just standing. There’s something reassuring about this sluggish beast; [...]
The Other Side
November 23, 2007 - 8:40 am
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I’m heading up a paved mountainside; it’s nearly straight-up and insanely, there is a dotted yellow line painted down the middle. My dashing steed is a white 1994 Dodge Neon. I’m halfway up and the engine is whining; it’s starting to sputter — gasping for relief. That beast of a hill takes over — can’t [...]
As It Is
November 16, 2007 - 8:07 am
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Born with the glow
though nigh womb leaving
cleaving heart’s cache
lash humming song
wrong that write again
Zen stands forlorn
A Robust Defense
November 14, 2007 - 11:22 pm
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Jesse Durabill lived in the basement. Inaccurate? Perhaps. Six-thousand W. Rambling Rd was hardly a residence at all. In fact, his only neighbors thought they were all alone.
Just a door in the floor — heavy and wooden with iron handles — it laid nearly flat 50 meters from the road. Tumbleweeds loped across the dusty [...]
Just a Pinch
October 30, 2007 - 12:52 pm
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Andy’s arm already itches intermittently
Feeling frankly forward flu
A calculated corporate computer campaign
Or magic mountain merrily matriculating
In villainous veracose vivarin veins
Timeless
October 29, 2007 - 10:38 pm
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“Why are you interested in saving daylight?”
Gruff whispers scattered around the chamber. Long slender microphones rattled. Crotchety confusion gripped the room and bright fluorescent lights shone down atop slicked back hairplugs.
Stan squinted into the intense glare. His neck began to sweat, trickling further down all the way to the basin of his back. A pulse [...]
The Dark
October 21, 2007 - 9:58 pm
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We boardwalked — talking through dripping cones of cream under high ornamental lamplight — the crescent moon dwarfed by the sum of solar parts. Our eyes shied from the light; the beach beckoned below. Waves crested and crashed; we knew with our ears, but needed much more.
In the warm blind womb of the world, tiny [...]
Brickpasta
October 21, 2007 - 12:02 am
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“Uh, yes. I’ll have the Bottomless Brickpasta, thanks.”
“How would you like that cooked, sir?”
“…”
“Rare, medium, well?”
“Well…?”
“Excellent. I’ll take your menus and can I start anyone off with an appeteazer?”
{From the right} “Why don’t we start off with a brisketcase and insulintinis all around?” {Nods around the table}
“Alrighty, I’ll have all that out to you shortly.” [...]
Scurvy State
October 15, 2007 - 10:44 pm
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In the year 2012, one year after Pirates VII made box office history, the first ever official School for Pirates opened in St. Augustine, Florida. Scurvy State offered a one year online degree fueled by the “all-in-one” mail order Sea Simulator 3000. While Sea Sim I and II were marketed exclusively by Tony Robbins’s 90-minute [...]
Springs
October 8, 2007 - 9:19 pm
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Blowing kisses for the trees
Scrambling twilight miles
He points to the sky and says
Looka that
We are born perfect
Now I know
We know love —
curious compassion
Tiny arms tight ’round my neck
Making me cry
and wonder
again
Diner
October 1, 2007 - 9:51 pm
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Plates and silver clank around the corner; old couples in cardigans rustle their newspapers — sipping their saucers gently — savoring early hours in late lives.
Meatbombe’
September 26, 2007 - 8:33 pm
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Order the Meatbombe’ at Mega Mel’s: a giant chargrilled platter of cow hooves, fried in salt water then garnished with mono sodium glutamate and smothered in a delightful four cheese blend. Soak in the atmosphere: moose head, bear head, old metal petroleum signs, cowboy hat waitstaff, lassos, cigar smoke wafting from the bar, Top 40 [...]
Domino Alley
September 19, 2007 - 11:56 am
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Read the beginning…
He hoisted an industrial orange chainsaw from the back of the truck. Renting these kinds of tools was surprisingly easy.
“Should we have a license for something like this?” Israel’s face was crumpled in amused disbelief.
Jake, his burly colleague slipped dark sunglasses over his squinting eyes.
“You know, I never really thought about [...]
Quality
September 17, 2007 - 9:44 pm
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He runs free; crunching leaves underfoot
flailing assortment of sticks
glee overcomes a face
carefree, lawless, conscious
curly sweaty mop
atop flushed dimple cheeks
Neither of us tiring
this moment lasts forever
I tag alongside exuberance
And just being near
I am youth
the wind; the colors; the scent
Leaves burning far away
reach my nose
knowing I never really left
and never will
Receptacle
September 14, 2007 - 10:15 pm
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by Andrew Koop
“Good Afternoon, you’ve reached The Bridge, your innovative decor solution, how can I be of assistance today?”
“Yes… I’m calling to speak with Mr. Marcus.”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“I’m calling on behalf of…”
“You know…I just realized Mr. Marcus is in a meeting. May I put you through to his voicemail?”
“Uhmm…”
“Great. Just one sec…”
Israel Sandine [...]
Primal
September 10, 2007 - 8:01 pm
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Sweat stank breath leaps from every cubic slimy inch. A square box of damp hell contains twenty wrestlers: groaning, grunting, growling. A primal quest for survival wages tonight and every night. The wet slap of limbs rings down the hall to where cheerleaders bounce and squeal.
Never have you felt so alive; never have you wished [...]
Trail
September 2, 2007 - 10:03 pm
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Cold breath of the lake strikes me stride-for-stride heading up South Shore Drive. I’m picking up the pace now, running with traffic not against. A sky so blue the back of my sockets float takes me out to the placid ommm center beyond the geese and glass. A few miles later the pain in my [...]
Ashes
August 28, 2007 - 10:17 am
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a malnourished cactus
nothing but spines
leaning, spawning through frost
heavy rain only erodes
the heat sings back
too late
withering sparse fruit
transgressions unforgotten
blind bulldozer screams
agent of change
reextinction awaits
random blessed birth
Anonymous
August 10, 2007 - 2:27 am
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White tees on a black sky under the stolid deadeye beam’s watch; manic blue brother flashes blind panic eyes; and the silence persists. The cow bell night train blazes night speed, shatter-rattling and cutting the quiet. Then it returns: that starless night without sound.
Ghosts from the underworld, Pluto drags vigilant Cerberus through the [...]
Next
July 14, 2007 - 11:43 pm
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Bang goes your block
without notice
Slow fire fizzled ‘long
a lethal morale leak
Living for next
and never catch up
Fast food wrapper rat life
viral embers glow
Whole lot saved
waiting on the steps
Snotting cold alone
child nevermind
Mary go malcontent
just wait -
one more stop
Salty Saviour
July 4, 2007 - 10:47 pm
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BALOCHISTAN — In his last days, leader to the Zikri sect of Islam, Abdul Ghani, moved unilaterally to purchase Church’s Chicken. Experts concluded that the inevitable backlash from the Sunni and Shi’a lead to his untimely death by gunshot in Karachi.
Confused and mourning, praying for guidance on the eve of their pilgrimage to the Mount [...]
Yard Sell
June 27, 2007 - 10:21 pm
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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
June 20, 2007 - 9:33 pm
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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 [...]
And Then There Were Loaves
June 13, 2007 - 10:47 pm
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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 [...]
We Sell Fish
June 5, 2007 - 11:00 pm
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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
June 2, 2007 - 2:05 am
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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 [...]
H-H-Hickup
May 15, 2007 - 12:02 am
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The credits crept on like sands through the hourglass and she rolled out of bed — the blood flowed fast north and she saw black. Slowly, it crept back circularly from the center outward. The darkness evaporated and in its place a tremor pulsed. Tiny rippling waves of discomfort began — from the best she [...]
Second Street
May 1, 2007 - 10:30 pm
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We crept eagerly through a narrow graffiti enriched breezeway: back entrances to shops I pass every day, but never enter — they were top lit most exotically and I almost wished to stop. Across the street, we entered a mostly empty bar. The regulars dead-eyed us with annoyance tinged by curiosity. They turned from their [...]
Leroy
April 25, 2007 - 10:59 pm
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It had been a long summer.
I was scrounging about — looking for money as usual. We needed it. Somehow, three part-time jobs never quite add up to a full job. Go figure. Days clung like the last drop of mayo in the round plastic serated crevice of an industrial sized can. Just like that barely [...]
Resurgence
April 21, 2007 - 12:42 am
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After Dianne Sawyer’s heartfelt Earth Day special, the United States really stepped up to the plate. With Disney on the bandwagon, the cause just couldn’t fail. Mickey Mouse ditched his tired red polyester daisy dukes for a pair of hemptastic knickers. Pluto switched from bargain biscuits to Greenies. The ABC anchors moved from rain forest [...]
Shhh
April 17, 2007 - 12:06 pm
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Son snurgles steadily on my chest
Engine roars next door
And wide blue eyes appear
Clank, slam; tires squeal
It happens this way in the night
Hush, I say
Smelling, snuggling closer
His azure eyes glaze over
Beautiful lips lay open
On cherub rosy cheeks relaxed
Steady, he’ll sleep on through
As long as we’re near
And I think
I’m alright too
Cover
April 15, 2007 - 11:01 pm
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I had to get the shot. It had been weeks and still nothing—the cover… a magazine with no cover. I needed something startling, beautiful, understated.
I scratched my head, staring at the computer screen, and then out the window. What a beautiful day. The two o’clock light would not last much longer.
Needing a beacon from above, [...]
Outer Wear
April 12, 2007 - 1:08 am
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The cold metal signs weighed 50 lbs a piece. It was the mad scramble to get them out in perfectly measured insane increments that put us in a pinch. We needed to get inside before they showed up to disrobe. Sally and Jed Winger’s space was not close enough to leave their fur coats [...]
Hush
April 8, 2007 - 9:37 pm
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Kale and George grew up together. Neighbors, they ran down the street to catch the ice cream truck; flew kites on windy days; took swimming lessons at the Y. They both knew that girls would always be yucky. There wouldn’t come a time when they asked them to dance — not without some prodding, teasing…swirlies.
A [...]
Procession
April 4, 2007 - 10:41 pm
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I stood alone in front of the ivory casket. Red, white, and blue streamers expansed most of its blinding outer whiteness. She was propped high — too high for my taste — out of the cavernous, hollow mouth of it. She was fresh… as though her last breath had just billowed and if it [...]
Jaunt
March 30, 2007 - 10:37 pm
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I roll the dice each morning. Sometimes, I set the alarm, but can’t be bothered to remember forever. It’s not that I don’t care. Occasional nihilism shield. — one step over that line and…
Singular obsessions fluctuate, but the by-product remains static. Exposure to the teeming infinitesimal produces acute awareness — a crackling conduit for chaos: [...]
Red Baron
March 26, 2007 - 8:28 pm
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“I’m not going to get this job, am I?”
“I’m afraid not,” she said as she nervously adjusted her KB Toys name tag. Her eyes fidgeted in their sockets as though physically wrestling with the presence of a deranged killer.
I wiped the drool from my mouth and sleeve. How did I get here?
Sitting in class, I [...]
Aerostars
March 25, 2007 - 9:41 pm
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On a cloudless day, I bounded across the freshly-mowed grass for the rolling ball. My foot raked its apex in fluid stride — my eye caught the glare off the rippling creek water. A subtle over-rotation tossed me closer the way a rubbernecker veers toward the site of any accident — tires enthralled by voyeur [...]
Glistening
March 19, 2007 - 11:42 pm
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Sleeping until Noon — waking, we ate Life cereal and stretched out on the carpet. Mr. Rogers advised us to play a game of make believe and we would. “Don’t ride your rubber ducky down the stairs.” And we did.
We would run out of the house in tiny bright shorts — screaming banshee wails, headed [...]
Niche
March 14, 2007 - 11:48 pm
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Infinite channels
Pick your gadget; choose your sleep
Slough off the minutes
Everybody special — all the same
Anonymous ounce of fame
Bibles
March 13, 2007 - 10:44 pm
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Bloody, oily
Guessing, judging, killing, singing
White Jesus Tank Into Kuwait
Again
The Line
March 8, 2007 - 12:16 am
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Board up the silent house
Black cats chase all in a row
Sameface strangers shift gone
A sack of cans, a bag of bottles
Threadbare thong lies resolute
breezing in the sandweeds
Sirens scream by sadness
measured by cold benches…newspapers
Shards on the sidewalk, dog snarl chain
Yellowed eyes at the peephole
needle shoddy vein
Where the decorations stop
you’ll see nary a cop
Salvage soldiers nightwatch dark
Morningrise [...]
Breaking One
March 6, 2007 - 5:16 am
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It all started with an accident. Depending on the perspective, one might call it “the incident”. Regardless, when Michael Rogers suffered a spinal cord injury ending in paralysis — caused by what lawyers would call a “faulty helmet” — nobody was playing football anymore. Let’s say it wasn’t “cost effective” or “wise”. But, we [...]
The Call of the Zulu
February 26, 2007 - 10:50 pm
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My teeth actually chattered as the wave of beer crashed over my red face. Clothing had fallen under the jurisdiction of a tree-climbing rugby hobbit. A circle of large, hairy trolls stood complicit — I in the center — as they chanted “ZULU, ZULU, ZULU.” These things just happen so fast…
Some people want an identity, [...]
Hear Our Prayer
February 19, 2007 - 8:56 am
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We sat in spectacular St. Charles Church: the columns sculpted from stone, the artifacts priceless. The vaulted void ceiling kept us small…thoughtful. The children were present in mass; it was time for petitions. Fifteen children had been selected to read personal testaments — they would profess their thanks to the congregation.
The first few were unthoughtful…dull [...]
Target Market
February 3, 2007 - 11:07 pm
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“That’ll be 69 cents, sir.”
His hair was in his eyes — it swayed back and forth as he searched his pockets for change. He patted each pocket several times, then repeated. He rifled through his wallet — dropping several customer membership cards at his feet. The line slowly grew behind him, but felt no sympathy [...]
Rules & Regulations
February 3, 2007 - 12:19 am
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Dear Mr. Tark,
I received your appeal regarding your recent ejection from a soccer match. While we at RecSports strive to preserve the free spirit of recreational athletics, our policy clearly states that you must meet in person with the Assistant to the Director of RecSports and deliver a verbal apology for your transgression. Until then, [...]
Masochistic Burnout
February 1, 2007 - 8:46 am
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I walked timidly up the steps to the pale blue door. The sign said “NO SOLICITORS.” I turned back as the Aerostar pulled away — no backing down now. Afterall, this was a friend’s house. A little social anxiety never killed anybody.
The doorbell glowed yellow — I stared at it blankly for a spell. I [...]
Cindershinny
January 29, 2007 - 10:14 pm
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Bee had known, even as she finally gave in, that she would regret her
decision to join the school Cross Country team. She’d never liked
running. Though she was now almost on par with the average eighth
grader, it hadn’t always been that way.
As a kindergartner, the first time she’d run around that quarter-mile
track, she had [...]
Chestbestland Westfordwoodshire
January 28, 2007 - 9:06 pm
Tags: big-wheel, runzelspoon, war
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Aiden Taylor Smith rode down the sidewalk on his shiny new tricycle. He left his cap on the front porch, so he’d know when he was back home. His house had a larger lanai in the back, counter-clockwise drainage gutters, and a few more flowers, but these differences were difficult for his seven year-old eyes [...]
Parks & Wreck
January 27, 2007 - 10:10 pm
Tags: park, runzelspoon
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We weren’t bad kids. What’s a bad kid anyway? Weird was what found us. Over and over it followed us like Pennywise on the playground.
Out in the big sunny park we played basketball for a few hours. We threw the fun colored football with the fragile tail on the end for distance — musta gone [...]
Labor Day
January 26, 2007 - 11:36 pm
Tags: birth, hospital, runzelspoon
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2 pm: I was eating Chicken on a Stick. I had yet to discover my emotional limits. Sarah Silverman’s bodily functions blared in the background. In the foreground, grunts, sighs, and screams emerged. This was Labor Day.
Week 41 and our odyssey had only just begun. The contractions came on full force — nothing like anything [...]
Swimming Bowl
January 25, 2007 - 8:51 pm
Tags: church, football, runzelspoon
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January 25, 1998
Qualcom Stadium Attendance: 68,912
And the basement housed twenty if you held your breath. Jim Salvo hosted this party most years. Five guys from the softball team would bring their wives and a few kids a piece. This year, the shots started early — the teams were extra special.
You see, Father Isaacs loved [...]
Take a Number
January 23, 2007 - 10:19 pm
Tags: expectations, media, movies, runzelspoon
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She lives alone now. The stuffed animals are at the Salvation Army. Her Legends of the Fall poster lays rubber-banded under the crate which secures her stash of adolescence. Her answering machine states her name and a polite greeting without a trace of sarcasm.
Her old roommates send cards every year around this time — fiancee’, [...]
The Club
January 22, 2007 - 6:40 am
Tags: aging, medicine, pills, runzelspoon
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Sadie Browningstone showed up bright and early for her 8:00 am appointment. There were things to discuss: the dull ache in her lower back; pain in the knuckles; blurry vision; pins and needles; possible side effects.
All of this was written in her notebook — the words painstakingly scrawled by her aching hands on such a [...]
Amendments
January 20, 2007 - 9:47 pm
Tags: florida, football, runzelspoon
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We’d never been to a Gator game before. We’d always scoffed at the notion — showing up with thousands of drunken, violent, mainly redneck hooligans. But, this was different.
I had free tickets from a generous friend. So, Reg and I headed toward the stadium. I’d seen the crowds before, but never this closely. It was [...]
Pace
January 15, 2007 - 6:33 pm
Tags: church, circus, runzelspoon
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Buster “Bunny” Shurgle was born February 29th in the year 1964 — the son of a big time, small town preacher in Arkswallows, Georgia. His father, Ace Shurgle, orchestrated four missionary trips per year. The rest of his time was spent with the community: working to rebuild houses, blessing pets, radio telethons, divine spring car [...]
Bored in Budapest
January 12, 2007 - 6:26 pm
Tags: disco, gonzo, runzelspoon, travel
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To be accurate, it was just Buda. Pest, I hear, is a whole ‘nother animal…
Mike and I loped down the dark street. We’d taken leave of the girls pajama partying it up in our Hungarian studio apartment. Call it a half loft…make it a fourth. They would snuggle up with the bottle of wine and [...]
DOWNTOWN
January 7, 2007 - 6:41 pm
Tags: florida, poverty, runzelspoon
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It all started pretty innocently. We were tired of sharing walls. Tired of only having one door. Still, we checked apartment listings all over town. Most didn’t allow dogs. Many looked insufferable — think cockroaches, unidentifiable stains, obvious undergraduate haunts — the rest waiting for a sucker in need of a condo.
That left houses. [...]
Community
January 3, 2007 - 7:12 pm
Tags: florida, runzelspoon
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From block to block it’s different, but a common sense of dread pervades this place. A glance at each house wouldn’t give it to you — only after holding your stare for a few moments. You’d notice a minor detail leading to a disturbing, but inevitable conclusion.
A small, but well-cared-for home with minimal weather damage [...]
Class Act
December 18, 2006 - 7:53 pm
Tags: higher-ed, runzelspoon, specificity
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The room was more or less crowded — an ambiguous shifting seminar…like the post office. Professor Jonesborough was lecturing on the inverted pyramid as the backbone of newspaper.
“Your assignment…ahemmm, is to write an article that demonstrates this technique. And I want to be pulled in — knowing all the big facts in that first paragraph.”
Class [...]
Whitey McNice
December 17, 2006 - 8:19 pm
Tags: journalism, media, runzelspoon
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Whitey McNice sat behind the thick newsledge. She always arrived a few minutes before her co-anchors. The stylist stood behind her; he was winning over her blonde loose-ends and putting the finishing touches on her eye make-up. The bags were hard to conceal — too many genuine sleepless nights. News was wearing on her; you [...]
American Boardstand
December 15, 2006 - 5:45 am
Tags: runzelspoon, stage-presence
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Dropjaw slid onto stage — his brakes locked up on ice. The glare off his shades blinded the front row. He was about to bring the house down.
It would come to be known as How Dropjaw Stole Christmas. His rendition of Jingle Bell Rock had the ladies fainting. His fingers danced nimbly on the keys [...]
Jolly Uncle Sam
December 12, 2006 - 4:52 pm
Tags: economy, holidays, runzelspoon
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Samuel Chairstraddle hopped into his 1990 GMC Jimmy and cranked the engine.
“Please start; com’onnn…baby, START!”
{WRiii, WRiii, chik, chick, vwirrrrr, VROOM}
Sam crossed himself and looked up to where he supposed the heavens were; he blew a kiss. Resting his arm behind the passenger headrest, he backed quickly down his icy driveway — checking briefly for oncoming [...]
Circus Train Effect
December 9, 2006 - 5:53 pm
Tags: circus, moustache, runzelspoon
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Two deaths minutes apart. Chaotic chatter erupted under the hot circus spotlights. Ringmaster doubled as a medic; he tended to Uza. Her head still lay on the hard packed straw while her limbs convulsed. He knew it was a lost cause the moment he saw the fall, but protocol was protocol. A troop of three-foot [...]
Circus Train Wreck
December 8, 2006 - 6:32 pm
Tags: circus, family-business, moustache, runzelspoon
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Victor Slammenstein was upset. He had been a member of the Jungefrauzen Family Circus for over twenty years — marrying into the family when he was a youth of 16 years. The circus was his life — his wife never shaved her face weekdays or on Saturday. He’d given up a promising career as a [...]
Grease
December 4, 2006 - 9:51 am
Tags: breakfast, cooking, cuisine, runzelspoon
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Bobatruscent was new…but, not really. Actually, every conversation gravitated back to some other place he’d lived.
“When I lived in Rhode Island, I knew this kid named Skinks. We’d come out the house and see ol Skinky outside poking his head through the fence and we’d chase him down the block. Always caught ‘im. We’d pistol [...]
Cover Charge
December 2, 2006 - 7:32 pm
Tags: excerpts, runzelspoon
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A Chapter
Sharise accelerated to 80 as she spoke loudly into her cell phone. “I’ll meet you at Club Paradise; it’s much better,” she said. “I’m not hungry. I just ate. We are going to have a fabulous time,” she said with emphasis. “Ok, ok.”
She hung up the phone and honked at the driver in front [...]
Steakhouse
December 1, 2006 - 7:20 pm
Tags: cooking, cuisine, runzelspoon, work
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A skinny kid in a green apron.
“What’s your social security, hun?”
“…My what? I’m sorry…”
Fran’s frizzy bleach blonde hair smelled like cigarettes. Heavy mascara added to the weight of her bagged eyes. Her gnarled coffee teeth jutted out slightly forming a wicked grin.
“Your social security card? There’s a number on it? You’ll need that to [...]
Memory Lane
December 1, 2006 - 7:51 am
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A Chapter
Charlotte sat in the front of the bus. She looked around, assessing her surroundings. She hated the bus and hated herself more for losing her license. Its funny how it all worked out. I knew he’d been letting that bitch drive my car, she thought.
Her anger shifted back to herself. I can’t believe I [...]
Discovery Blastoff
November 30, 2006 - 6:38 am
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A Chapter
Charlotte contorted her face in horror. Her mind clicked into overdrive. What looked like pain on her face was actually disgust, mingled with relief. Facial expressions are often misconstrued. Charlotte, or Cherri as many called her, used this to her utmost advantage.
Sharise continued her rhythmic ride on top of Feensley’s large, jiggling body. Only [...]
Appointment
November 28, 2006 - 8:10 pm
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A Chapter
Dr. Feensley entered his office and flipped the lights on. “What a great meeting,” said Feensley aloud. He sat down in his chair with a magnanimous thud.
“Good morning, Doug,” said Sharise as she entered the room. “Excellent sermon Saturday…it made me feel so alive.”
Her pale skin glistened as she glided around the room. The [...]
Graham Cracker
November 27, 2006 - 7:06 pm
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He told stories; nobody listened. His hair already gray. He wore tidy English corduroys.
He skipped in the park, made obtuse remarks.
You punched him. Ouch.
Propranolol
November 26, 2006 - 7:14 pm
Tags: drugs, hallucinigens, iraq, numbness, ptsd, runzelspoon
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James arrived at the Washington-Dulles airport still wearing his uniform. Dusty rocks and shrapnel slid to and fro in his duffel bag. His sunburnt, windblown skin still ached despite repeated aloe applications. He held a collage of grieving tears at bay — smiling at his family and their joy.
Months later he woke up naked in [...]
Leverage
November 21, 2006 - 7:38 pm
Tags: bwc, cold, frostbite, runzelspoon, snowboard, surgery
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Concept by BWC
Elizabeth had always wanted a big diamond since as long as she could remember. She gazed down at it now and wept.
She knew what she had to do. The ring slid off her finger — a perfect fit. The pawn shop wouldn’t give her any grief. Joe had always liked her. He liked [...]
Muddy Buddy
November 18, 2006 - 10:41 pm
Tags: dark, runzelspoon
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Creslin Johns sat cozily reclined in front of the television. He was impatiently sucking down his steaming Hungry Man dinner when he heard a rustling outside. His motion detector bulb flickered on and off. A drop of hot gravy sizzled down from his chin and onto his lap. He grabbed a rifle from the rack [...]
Hugo Chumley
November 16, 2006 - 6:43 pm
Tags: beach, cops, florida, miami, moustache, police, runzelspoon
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My given name is Hugo, but I changed it to Ray Liotta. It’s a big kick at the cop conventions. Someday I’ll make the force. But now? I’m takin’ it easy. Livin’ in Miami and partying with all the fine ladies. I’ve got a brand new moustache — named it Trevor.
Trevor and I usually hit [...]
Nuclear Products
November 14, 2006 - 9:08 am
Tags: physics, runzelspoon
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Critically acclaimed Flemish nuclear physicist Basti Valentino loved the little particular things in life. Maybe it’s because he was big — Seven foot, six to be exact.
It was his healthy obsessive compulsive disorder that led him to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. His highly promising, award winning research on cold fusion had come to a standstill. At [...]
Cold Feet
November 13, 2006 - 5:36 pm
Tags: bwc, runzelspoon
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Inspired by the BWC
Chad woke up in the dark. He managed a moan — the brilliant moonlight shimmered off the snow and into his watering eyes. Then he remembered: the expert slope.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE, CHAD!?” screamed Mrs. Johnswick.
“I’m totally going to wail on this hill, Mom!” He rolled up the sleeves of [...]
Young Sally, Young Billy
November 9, 2006 - 10:31 am
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Sally and Billy Whitebread hung their heads.
“But, Rummy is my Godfather!” whined Billy.
“Who will teach those extremists a lesson?” wondered Sally.
“I dunno.” he moped. “I can’t believe they are so convinced about their religion that they bomb us over there. What did we good Christians ever do to them?”
TELEVISION PLAYING IN BACKGROUND
A guided missile took [...]
In the Bush
November 7, 2006 - 10:53 am
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Dick and the gang had just finished their git’n’R-DUN GOP rally tour. They were rolling along singing dixie when Dick got a hankerin’ for some duck.
“Over there!” he snarled. The driver of the gas guzzling carbon monster swerved across two lanes of traffic and into the Tennessee thicket. Rummaging through the row of seats behind [...]
Storage
November 6, 2006 - 6:02 am
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Woke up in a giant vacuum.
The machine hum between my ears was unbearable. Darkness lurked all around. Through the auditory debris, I could hear things breaking…things falling. Small animals — somehwere — were scurrying.
A small beam of dusty light shot through a crack in what must have been a window. I scrambled to my supposed [...]
All Aboard
November 2, 2006 - 9:55 am
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I’d taken the lowest garbage fare I could find. Local airports aren’t cheap. They squeezed me into the way-back — the row of seats behind beverage station. Front-row seat for the mile-high club…
I couldn’t take my eyes off the young woman hobbling her skirt back down. That is, until the plane shifted. It wasn’t like [...]
DROPJAW
October 30, 2006 - 9:53 am
Tags: bravado, runzelspoon, stage-presence
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Pleased to meet you. Folks call me “Dropjaw.” Dunno why. Maybe it’s my “jaw-dropping” licks on the keyboard or my smooth slide-in stage entrance. But, that’s not the point. People like me. I’ve been pounding the keys all my life — it’s what I do. They used to call me “stroke” in grade [...]
Revenge of Bakkula
October 20, 2006 - 9:49 am
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I put the pedal to the floor on my 1992 Camaro and stared straight into the fuel charged haze of the HOV lane. The place: suburban Dallas…Irving; the time: 11:00 am. DJ’s eyes were wide with nodoze terrors. His arms gyrated seemingly out of their sockets to the salsa rhythm on the radio.
“Take a look [...]
The Ballad of Hicko
October 3, 2006 - 9:46 am
Tags: hicko, runzelspoon
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A tall thin man of indiscernable age stood in the doorway. His pelvis jutted forward; a bony hand rested on his angled hip. A dilapidated sun bleached bucket hat sat cockeyed on his head. The skin of his face pulled leathery thin around his pursed, chapped lips. A blade of wheat grass twirled slowly at [...]
The Crossroad
September 29, 2006 - 9:44 am
Tags: buddy, runzelspoon, streamed, ullrich, wild-west
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by Koop and Ullrich
The incongruity manifest. There was nothing else to do…
“Vera, Veeeera,” growled a guttered voice.
His shirt was tight over his head – arms dangling loosely, pale at his sides. He grasped a blue, fluffy dustbuster and scoured the walls daintily – all while ambling, grumbling like an upset ape. Blonde straight hair [...]



