Aquariums, NY

                                         (from my book: The Aftermath, etc. by Get in the car, Helen--published by Nate Jordon/Monkey Puzzle Press) Aquariums, NY Between the orgy of yellow sunlight      and      brown coffins bugs beat the living shit out of each other and then spend the next seventy minutes buzzing around their own beaten out shit like bugs do testily …

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Love is: a Chalk Outline

                                                      (note: written for the monthly fiction reading series The F Bomb/every 2nd Wed of the month at the Mercury Cafe/Denver CO)                This Story Has Been Formatted To Fit Your Screen and Edited To Run In the Time Allotted   "Late night watching TV, used to be you here beside me." --Chris Martin to …

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The Night I Discovered That I’m Not as Cool as Han Solo

                                 (originally published in The Incredible Shrinking Story, A Collection of Flash Fiction, Volume Four) The Night I Discovered That I’m Not as Cool as Han Solo             We all know that scene. The one from The Empire Strikes Back, on Cloud City—after the gang’s been betrayed by Billy Dee Williams. Han Solo’s stripped of …

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The Night I Discovered That I Might Be Cooler Than Han Solo

                        (for Nick Morris and Nancy S.) The Night I Discovered That I Might Be Cooler Than Han Solo We all know the scene. The story splashed over the internet that Harrison Ford, a few days after pulling on the old Han Solo vest, halfway through his famous catch phrase, had managed to break his goddamn leg while …

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Love Is: Sea Monkeys

               Love is Sea Monkeys brought to life by  your spliced attention span and left to swim in their own feces because you skipped steps, refused to purify the water, and dissapeared the minute things started resembling real life instead of the impossibly cute                cartoon characters depicted on the front of the goddamn box

A Part Of Me Is Lonely Because Parts Of You Are Gone

A Part Of Me Is Lonely Because Parts Of You Are Gone   His name was Pants. They called him ‘Shorts’ for short. Pants had been working at The Prometheus Tupperware And Other Things That Seal Tight Emporium for several months when his boss walked into the office one morning carrying the 19x12x16 inch tight …

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