Tag Archives: Bumpers

Eventually everything I have to tell will be told, worthy or not, whether it will find a receptive audience or not, I don’t care. It’s all in the telling for me now. If a tree falls in the forest…indeed. You will listen. You may not like what you hear, you’ll likely be bored to tears,Continue reading “…”

I came to laying on my side on a concrete bench. My head was at such an extreme angle and my neck so stiffened that I knew raising it would be painful, if not impossible; I opted to roll over onto my stomach and slowly push myself up into a sitting position while leaving myContinue reading “…”

He stands on the corner addressing the cars that speed or creep by, oblivious to him. When traffic stops at the light he singles out a motorist whom he then appeals to directly, taking on a familiar air, as if speaking to an acquaintance, smiling. Most don’t see him, some give him a moment’s boredContinue reading “…”

EXT. TYPICAL SMALL TOWN MAIN STREET, CIRCA 1962, DAY A malt shop with a young soda jerk wearing white apron and hat out front, sweeping the sidewalk; next door a pair of old men lounge out in front of a barber shop, chewing the fat; kids race down the street on bicycles, a pet dogContinue reading “…”

The others parted before him with habitual respect, males in their fashion, females in theirs.  Grace animated his powerful frame and ennobled his exquisite features.The higher ones always paid him approving attention. Sometimes they stroked him, the music that issued from them growing warm and soft in approval. They brought him to mate with theContinue reading “…”

The peep show divider comes down, the house lights come on; everything seems to be boiling beneath the surface in the acidic, garish light. The patrons, marginal characters and outright perverts, seedy sorts and vulgar youths, slumming yuppies and middle-aged men whose faces unintentionally plead for lifting the weight of years of disillusion and regret;Continue reading “…”

Called all hands on deck to address fanciful talk arising from previously noted sudden sightings and inexplicable disappearances of what some in the crew are calling a “phantom ship”. Interrupted by lookout’s sighting of upper masts in fog bank about a half mile off starboard, due north. Called crew to quarters. Damn poor timing! AllContinue reading “Partial text of recovered captain’s log, circa 1750”

He stands on the corner addressing the cars that speed or creep by, oblivious to him. When traffic stops at the light he singles out a motorist whom he then appeals to directly, taking on a familiar air, as if speaking to an acquaintance, smiling. Most don’t see him, some give him a moment’s boredContinue reading “…”

A foul smell arouses you from slumber, twisted into a painful position amidst piled bags of garbage in the dense black of a deep alley at night. Your head feels leaden, sagging toward your chest. You labor to pull yourself into a one kneed crouch, cradling your throbbing head in your hand for a momentContinue reading “…”