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  • Old lady at the bus stop and Flannery O’Connor

    I’m in the passenger seat and Demon Spawn is driving me to pick up my “new” 2004 Sebring convertible, complete with top-of-the-line tires and functional windshield fluid lines. The weather is lovely compared to the past several days — in the 40s compared to 4. Yet we drive past a bus stop and there’s an… Read more

  • Silent scream

    OUCH! DAMMIT! SON OF A WHORE! I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T! IT’S ALWAYS THERE, THERE’S NO ESCAPE! IT HURTS, IT HURTS! OMG! MAKE IT STOP! PLEEEEAASE!!!! AUAUAUAUAUAGH!!!! Hmmm. That didn’t help much. I’m quite certain real screaming would have been far more therapeutic. Pity. OK, back to work.   Read more

  • Practicing

    I stare at its gleaming edges, holding it up to the light and twisting it back and forth. And I talk to myself, “Put the razor down,” I mutter. “Don’t do it. Don’t!” But the urge is strong and my fingers start to tremble around the plastic Bic handle. Edison’s Black Dahlia comes up from… Read more

  • Making light

    It’s the little things, the things the world can’t touch. I flip the light off and look up — it stays on. I’ve lived in this house 11 years now and still haven’t figured out the switches. A year or so after we first moved in the police came to our door. Our children were… Read more

  • Research

    I close the back cover of my latest research effort, otherwise known as Trash Romance Novel No. 70-or-so. Heh. I had it figured out — it was the seemingly gay assistant who was avenging the loss of his woman lover and the betrayal of having her heart beating in another person’s chest. It did have… Read more

  • Princess

    I got to be a princess yesterday (Saturday). Well, yes, I suppose it started Friday even before I got my birthday lunch — which was nice and less awkward than most. And this in spite of my insurance calling Friday afternoon and saying it wouldn’t cover my  Chrysler Sebring 2004 convertible because it had been… Read more