The Breakfast Holiday

For breakfast, Jayne and Smithy sample strawberry, blueberry, and peach flavored Frills.

Smithy removes sleep suppressors from his eyes. Jayne? Is that a neural stimulator? It’s holiday! Abner should rest. Trimester exams won’t start for another hour.

Jayne keeps the device cupped to her stomach.

She knows.

Every minute counts.

3 Things About This Micro-Fiction

  1. I wrote the first draft on a walk around the park.
  2. Neural stimulators sound like something from Star Trek.
  3. Frills sound like something delicious but insubstantial.

Teamwork

Teamwork

Teamwork

3 Things About This 5×10 Panel

  1. I dislike sports.
  2. For some people teamwork is an excuse not to do the work themselves.
  3. There’s no I in TEAM, but there is TEA. So let’s have a cup of tea.

Flat Earth Proved

Our flat Earth proved simpler.

But we couldn’t wrap our heads around those unrepentant cartographers. We toasted swift journeys and shipped their brigs over the horizon.

As expected, those rascals never found the bearing home. Their skulls roll around dry ocean beds.

Oh, we dammed the rivers. Another easy fix.

3 Things About This Micro-fiction

  1. I was terribly exited after writing this piece.
  2. It has an unreliable narrator! That’s the stuff of fiction.
  3. Moral: Simple ideologies will require one “easy fix” after another.

Bright Depression

Bright Depression

Bright Depression

3 Things About This Artist Trading Card

  1. Tried to use every color in my new set of 72 markers.
  2. The color adds some depth to my abstract landscapes.
  3. I feel like I’m sitting beside a lake in a forest.

Empty Kisses

I mistake a life full of empty kisses, spotting my lips. The merry-go-round of affairs.

The letters stop coming ending in xxx’s and ooo’s. You should visit, the kids are growing.

Then I bed one bastard too many. He sights my heart like hunting quail. I tremble in tall grass.

3 Things About This Micro-fiction

  1. This story started with the ironic statement “a life full of empty kisses.”
  2. This isn’t necessarily a cautionary tale.
  3. Perhaps she has found a truer sort of love that frightens her. Or not.

The Space Where Logic Reigns

The Space Where Logic Reigns

The Space Where Logic Reigns

3 Things About This Artist Trading Card

  1. An abstract landscape.
  2. A mountainous region teeming with plant-life?
  3. I really should draw something less abstract and comment-worthy.

Mile Zero

AC/DC blasting we drive
a stolen car for the reservation
legal bottle rockets
but at every stop find
shops closed for Sunday's rest

Despite this we drive on
through the dry New Mexico
spring slumped in the wide back
seat while stunted evergreens sweep
back into the sand-colored
scenery until at MILE
0 we turn back

No one else notices
that green marker
among the weeds
nor would they care

One highway
opens; the other
disappears

3 Things About This Free Verse

  1. The wilder days of my youth were really not so wild.
  2. The car was stolen only in the sense we didn’t tell the owner we were taking it.
  3. They might have actually lent it to us if we had asked.

The Last Salad

Last night Bernard faced the salad. He unwedged its bowl from the fridge and wept over crisp lettuces.

Then he dreamed of Beatrice whisking a vinaigrette while he erupted over football.

This morning he reread the note. You should take care of yourself now.

What did she mean? Not that?

3 Things About This Micro-fiction

  1. My favorite salad is edamame succotash.
  2. One of those stories that involved a lot of editing.
  3. I like these open-ended fictions with the suggestion of one or more interpretations. I’m not even sure myself what’s occurred.

Dear God! I might have hypocondriasis!

"Dear God! I might have hypochondriasis!"

Dear God! I might have hypochondriasis!

3 Things About This Artist Trading Card

  1. I should have titled the book “Disease and Its Diagnosis.”
  2. Hypochondriasis is a serious disorder and shouldn’t be made fun of.
  3. There is no know cure for hypochondriasis except for grave illness.

winter down smoothed and unfolded to air

winter down
smoothed and unfolded
    to air

3 Things About This Haiku

  1. Fall is here with winter on his heels!
  2. One syllable shorter than usual, but smoothed is a bit heavy, and air out would be extra padding.
  3. I need to find some more outdoor activities. I can only walk so far before my knee goes all wobbly. Where did I stuff my fold-away bike? Can my bum take it? And can you write a haiku while you ride a bike?