Good Boy does not understand these things, because he is a dog.
With a trite, redundant, and yet undeniably true aphorism Professor Stout begins his third Sea Poem, writing again as Mister Heustis.
I hate listening to people’s voices, but Brother Ethernan’s puerile little chipMONK drone is my private version of hell.
so the 21st – sunday –
I tell her I’ll stay
off the beer
The second thing we are going to talk about is hammers.
Who is the Peoria Poet?
Simple yet elegant in design, the Rambo Mackerelizer allows any line cook to simply stretch a mackerel out and measure the sucker.
A collection of hysterical, absurdist stories capped with two cruel little novellas.
The slow sobbing woman
sings the song of the hoop snake.
SOMEONE ASKED MISTER CHATBOT WHY THERE ARE BULLET HOLES IN EVERYTHING IN MISTER CHATBOT’S NEIGHBORHOOD.
Winter is coming, in the form of 60 to 70 centimeters of displaced water.
Welcome to my neighborhood, meat vassal.