From the category archives:

Short Fiction

Bookstore Lovers

November 18, 2009

I’m walking up the stairs of the local bookstore and see a girl who would be drop-dead gorgeous if she lost seven to ten pounds. She is looking at a novelty mustache that I once saw the lead singer of White Ghost Shivers wear in Waterloo Park. The mustache is much larger than any normal [...]

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On Photography in Coffee Shops

January 10, 2009

Lately, I’m having run-ins with a lot of mediocre photography glaring down at me from overhead at coffee shops, eateries and bathroom urinals. This, in and of itself, is not something that bothers me that much. Empty walls need to have something on them and, I suppose, I’d rather see amateur photography versus an alligator with an eye patch or the contents of a suburb garage sale nailed firmly in place. What bothers me is the audacity that some of these amateur photographers have in their asking for compensation.

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Ten ’till Curfew

January 6, 2009

She wants him to hold her and he does, taking the next exit off the highway. He pulls up to a stoplight as it turns red and kisses her softly, looking deep into her eyes. The light turns green, but neither move, still staring into each other. The radio clock turns 12:00 and the traffic signals flash yellow light. The car stands still – caught in a moment.

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