Archive for September, 2007
Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
Meatbombe’
by Andrew Koop
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, [...]
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Sunday, September 23rd, 2007
Finch Wagon
by Andrew Koop
The old wooden wheels rolled up and the down the pier each morning. Their unmistakable squeak marked every sunrise along with the clumsy shuffling and subsequent splashing of the blue-footed boobies. Behind walked Raleigh Darwin: the unrecognized and socially outcast accidental cross-pollination of the famous doctor. Born in Baltra, Eden of [...]
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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
Domino Alley
by Andrew Koop
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 [...]
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Monday, September 17th, 2007
Quality
by Andrew Koop
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
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Saturday, September 15th, 2007
TWINKIE™’S REVENGE - The Pickle From Hell
A freckle-faced kid, incongruous in the city scene, dressed in ratty overalls and a faded, torn plaid shirt, holds a hand-made tree branch slingshot in his hand. He looks up, realizing he’s extended a silver-platter invitation to the wrath of the demonic dill.
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Friday, September 14th, 2007
Receptacle
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 [...]
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Monday, September 10th, 2007
Primal
by Andrew Koop
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 [...]
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Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
The Last Rose Died
by Shecky Merman
It’s gone… withered away. It’s wrapped in its cocoon of new fashions at Back-To-School prices and freshly-minted textbooks. We used to bury it in old grocery bags, taping it to the books, so we could perform artistic resuscitation with Sharpies™ to disguise our 45-lb. Adventures in American History: The Insomniac’s Edition.
It’s [...]
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Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
Trail
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 [...]
