Lighter


I left a lighter in the side pocket of one of my favorite pairs of pants. Now, which lighter and which pair of pants? I don’t know. There are dozens of possibilities, and I haven’t cleaned my room for three weeks. For all I know, I won’t be able to find what I’m looking for Continue reading Lighter

Basking


“Dutiful tin cups push us all into the water hazard that houses several above-average octopi who hide until disrupted by our splashing.” You lapse back into languagelessness after you’ve come up with a decent sentence regarding the state of the universe. Since you’ve now done your job for the day, you can sit expressionless in Continue reading Basking

Magic Mink


I’ve always said to myself that he’d make a fine coat if worn during the autumn months, draped across my shoulders. He would also make a fine blanket around that time of year, depending on the form he wants to take. He tends to surprise me with his various interpretations of shape. I just worry Continue reading Magic Mink

Grove


I left a seed (a kernel of truth) behind in the busted old car that’s been put out to pasture near a grove of lemon trees. It won’t be long now before it finds a place to sprout and make that hollowed-out corpse of an automobile relevant again, at least to the bees.

Over Under


A fellow put on an undershirt under an overshirt under an overcoat, as he saw it would be overcast all day. Whether or not he went overboard or undersold his need for more garments is yet to be seen, but his overall choice of attire seems fitting.

Slithering


Slithering down the steps of a cathedral like an uncouth serpent between the twelfth and the fifteenth of the month really takes a lot out of a person, especially when coupled with a lack of muffins (or even the basic implements for making those unhealthy breakfast treats). A half-hour of slithering up and down steps, Continue reading Slithering

Unaware


A stoic German Shepherd surveys its land, unaware that its ancestors once had actual sheep to lead around. It has an unquenchable need for organization, which it unleashes on the people in its life as often as possible (especially the little ones who would rather run around aimlessly, completely devoid of guidance).

Robber


Whittling away the time, a robber thinks to himself, “Well, it’s now or never, and I don’t like the likes of never.” He gets into a crouch, just ready to pounce on his unsuspecting victim. Then he waits (and waits and waits) until the waiting just becomes too much to bear and he relaxes his Continue reading Robber

Engage


I recently had a diabolical plan to deflect all arguments waged at me with terse and witty comebacks, but nobody would engage with me. I looked up and down for someone with whom to pick a fight, but everybody was either listening to headphones, transfixed on their phone, or exhibiting a combination of the two. Continue reading Engage

Blimp


A blimp (we’ll call it Harold) holds steady at 2,000 feet, the people within its underside capturing aerial video of a baseball game. Harold is so used to this kind of gig that it often takes its mind off the mundane goings-on. Right now it’s wondering if it can learn to play the sax, or, Continue reading Blimp

Yapping


A little dog is yapping after its owner decided to leave it alone on this coffee shop’s patio, irritating all the people outside and even some of us indoors (that yapping is quite loud and obnoxious). This situation has led us patrons to wonder about the sanctity of the dog-owner relationship, and how many times Continue reading Yapping

Croissant


“Is there any chance I can get butter on the side?” “This croissant is already loaded with butter.” “Yes, but that butter only went into the composition of the croissant. I need surface butter that I can bite into, you understand.” “I’m sorry, but we don’t have pads of butter available.” “You could have just Continue reading Croissant

Wobble


Flawed as it is, I can’t get rid of this picture frame. Sure, I could just go out and get a new one for a reasonable price (praise the free market economy), but this one was free with my subscription to TV Escort magazine, an upstanding publication. It will take more than a little warping Continue reading Wobble

Frolic


Scrambled tidings of somewhat tepid joy waft across town, starting from the chocolate factory, that place people associate with frolicking (where free samples fall from the rafters). That may have been true some time ago, but the magic has faded. Now you’d be lucky to frolic for more than a few seconds before realizing you’re Continue reading Frolic

(John Everyman)


If the everyman (John Everyman) had a chance to ring up a rhino, he’d jump to toss his neon disc at the very late musicians, somehow spitting out his clunky rhythm in charming four-quarter time and lulling passing onlookers with his feats of determination.