At Least They're Committed

By Dante (written when he was 10)             A tiny voice asked, “Could he be the one?”           “Huh?” Archie asked as he awoke. But all he saw was the sun staring back at him. It was a Sunday; he had to go to church. As they were sitting in the car, they were Read more

It’s quiet and empty in this room, my saddle shoes make no sound. The light is bright, shining hot down on me but it’s still cold. I pirouette and fly into the chair. It looks like it’s made of sand but it’s hard and hurts my bare knees as I land in it. Its skinny Read more

Ugh. Tomorrow is grocery day and I think I’m going to get up oober early and buy food before work. Today, I had nothing to bring for lunch and we’re at $-9.54 in the checking account (waiting for a double ‘pending’ charge to drop off, then we’ll have $6.06 in there). I do have a Read more

It was a grainy black and white photo in a circa 1960s digest and it’s become rather commonplace, but I imagine it was quite shocking for the people at the time. “Stop me before I kill again.” A man out of control, a lost demented soul who took out his psychosis and self loathing on a woman who may have eagerly Read more

I used to be funny, I did, I swear. I do laugh a lot, honest. I’m not really so dark as my writing would indicate. I mean it. I have the headphones on and I’m singing “Sweet Love” with the Commodores at top volume and my husband is looking at me with his mouth hanging Read more

Would I be able to change it? Did I have the key? Do I even have a clue what I would have been trying to change? Not really. But I do know I was on the top floor of the big building and that Ellen was there and that she was going to wait for Read more