Swallow Your Tongue
This is the mundane power of a name. A thing they call you, and when they say it, you turn your head. Whether you turn toward them to acknowledge or turn away, keep shuffling forward as if you didn’t hear, …
Category: Cassander
Memorial Day? More like Mem-BORE-ial day! Am I Right?!
So while all you fuckers are enjoying a three-day weekend, stuffing your faces full of pork byproduct and whacking off to Saving Private Ryan, I’ve got to work in retail, so there will be no architecturally sound emotional outpouring on …
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Haunted by the Dog Man
Here they come around the corner of the block, the man and his dogs. He wears soft buckskin moccasins so the sound of his feet treading the sidewalk imitates that of his two companions. Padt padt padt. The only difference …
Brave Captain Harvey, Continued!
“Now. I’m stark naked, holed up in a cramped room with two dead whores, my radio is shot to shit, and I’m blue-balled all to hell. Twelve shots in the clip. I’m estimating there’s at least seven of ‘em outside, …
Brave Captain Harvey
“I knew things were bad when the second whore shook, seized up, then slid sideways off of me like a concussed jockey falling out of the saddle. Shot right through the breast. I’d thought the other one just fell or …
Eating at the Bar
There’s something to be said for eating at the bar. But there’s a certain way to go about it.
Don’t Get Your Panties in a Knot
There’s been a lot of talk lately about the death of things, what ideas and conditions, corporations and institutions have lost all hope of surviving, have somehow been so weakened by greedy attrition or cumulative neglect that they cannot be …
Make it Up as We Go Along
When our two eyes meet for the hundredth time in the day, skies outside cloudy, a rolling froth of clouds threatening to boil over, caught in the red rhombus of a televised tornado warning area, something happens that was unlike …
Exit Interview
“I want to die in a movie theater. You know? Just crawl in there, buy my ticket, and die between the second and third acts of some flickering dream. The cleanup man will find me and wonder for a moment …
Chapter 8: Filed Under ‘Lies’
Late afternoon performed a decrescendo, strong light withdrawing down to its subtler tones. Paul drove, holding his left arm awkwardly in his lap to relieve the strain on his shoulder. Remo had waved a prescription bottle under his nose, but …