Red Tin Noodles

When licked, the hand of our benevolent ruler tasted just like butterscotch. He often wore a suit made from what in the west are usually called ‘jimmies.’ It was his strange custom when out walking … Read more

The rain claws dig deep inside the clothing, the skin, the meat, the essence and, finally, the meaning, producing a dampness of spirit ten days of sun may not dry away.

Good morning. Your church is toast. Your religion is jelly. Your salvation is scrambled. And still you pray for coffee.

I’m just a gypsy barnacle, searching for a rock to lie on, to die on, as the water laps my days. Encrusted on this old routine, I spend my time alone and thinking, "suction…suction." How … Read more

It’s a cold world, but the lights work and the trains don’t run on time. And there’s no hope but a taut rope for a man not in his prime. Four of ten men on … Read more

My teeth were sent to outer space, as part of some experiment with dogs and several poker-playing cosmonauts. Now I have a growing taste for Mars bars, starfish,moon pies, sun drieds and plutonium, which tastes … Read more

He’s cornered the bullshit market, eating Denver mints and popping pesos madly. He’s in love with the ruble, and makes origami wallets out of thousand dollar bills. He collects sand dollars, in case Atlantis rises. … Read more

Brendan hucked up a golf ball he’d swallowed several years ago after his only hole-in-one. It was a point of honor, his threesome insisted. How was he to know they were insane? Now at least … Read more

I shot the night into ragged quarters, through a Mexican-Russian standoff; singing dirty songs of earthworms and potatoes, unsteady, alas, on amped feet, and playing air guitar for the ghost outside the window.