Jillian Jameson would peddle her Firestone Flight 77 bicycle down McTierney Road every evening at 7pm. It was a ritual, her daily ride on that abandoned dirt road. She would swift herself through a small path in the forest while avoiding the cow corralling ditches then glide through a covered bridge, all while holding her [...]
She Would Know Me Not Beyond The Keys of My Car
It was a quick drive by means of two highways, a de facto gas station laid barren by predetermined travelers that never came, and a counted thirteen turns off Interstate 5 down into Lanial Pass. The promise of being next to her sprouted a lost feeling of hope; previously laid dormant by critically played means [...]
Sex Dipping For Croissants In Bed
There is no talk of sex in this blog update – but I congratulate you on clicking to read about Sex Dipping, whatever it is. As for croissants in bed… that’s just a wondrous thought. Maybe I’ll write a short story about Sex Dipping later. Weevil and Nightshade’s Compendium of Farables & Tales is nearing [...]
It Shook And Shuttered Like Murder By Death
Cascading around the simple trim, live on the concrete verve, did the neon green whip spin; destroying all things green… destroying all in its path. I am not fond of the whacking of weeds. As a fact of the matter, lawning with a mower does not particularly give me pleasure by any means either. It [...]
Chocolate Light Lay Over Her Ripped Blouse
The cat was ripping apart my couch again… so I sprayed her with water and she ran away. As I sat back down to begin typing, she strolled into the kitchen and sat down in the corner – staring with those large, green eyes of hers. A drop of water dripped down her fur and [...]
Life is a Rice Cake You Four Cats on the Corner
The transmission went in easy enough. In a mere matter of three hours with spare change of a six-pack… my mustang was rolling; free of its modified “Power Tower 5.0″ quick shifter which, more than likely, blew out the first transmission to begin with. Now to sell it – for 1996 Mustangs that get 16mpg [...]
From Concrete Does She Rise Like Mist
Seeing that woman was like witnessing mist rise from wet concrete as the sun penetrated storm-laden clouds right after a strong rain. It wasn’t beauty in the traditional sense of how beauty is defined stereotypically in an overpriced fashion magazine. It was elegance and grace mixed with a dash of mischief… seasoned lightly with kind [...]
It Lived Behind the Wallpaper in the Garage.
It lived behind a sheet of wallpaper that hung loosely in the garage. Often, at mid-day, would it stretch its long, barbed legs out – causing a tiny fold, say a crease, along a mid-section piece that was stuck above the dryer. Though the dull, faded flower pattern looked reminiscent of a corrosive pasture-painted 1970s [...]
Upsidedown Toaster & Muddy Shoes Require “Murr” Cat
Often, it’s the case that, when living alone, things can sometimes happen which are odd but easily ignored. One morning I went to the shower and the shampoo I bought a couple of weeks earlier, was empty. This is odd because a bottle normally lasts me a month, and last I checked… my hair didn’t [...]
Of clouds, cookie dough, and suicidal tears
One can’t hunt down inspiration in the same fashion as capturing fireflies because the results could lead to disappointing conclusions. Of course, that’s based on what you’re searching for. Inspiration is the construct of its definition, “an inspiring or animating action or influence.” One can’t force it to happen without an external action to push [...]
