Archive for October, 2006
Monday, October 30th, 2006
Reginalds FOREVER
by Ben Westermann-Clark
Pieces of the rocket-propelled Lincoln Continental settled across the St. Lawrence river, skewing the sunset like gall-stones in a pool of urine.
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Monday, October 30th, 2006
DROPJAW
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 [...]
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Friday, October 20th, 2006
Revenge of Bakkula
by Andrew Koop
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 [...]
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Saturday, October 14th, 2006
The Reginalds
As I crawled through the hallway on my feet and safety, a group of hooligans punched my ear with a discussion of reckless revelry over by the pop machine. “I heard this and that” one young gun said as if you can put out a fire by ignoring it. Their demeanor was enthusiastically [...]
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Thursday, October 5th, 2006
Brewster
by Andrew Koop
Brewster’s hand doesn’t work. 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, porn sites, beer, bed.
He used to work at the hardware store, gator-ade box plant, and Blockbuster. Now things [...]
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Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006
The Ballad of Hicko
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 [...]
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Sunday, October 1st, 2006
Oh No!
Once upon a time in a land not far from here, in a regular American state, in a regular American town, in a regular American suburban neighborhood, a group of regular American kids were playing the regular American game of cricket in the neighborhood park. Careless childhood screams echoed through the late golden afternoon [...]
