Red Tin Noodles

Snuffling is not sniveling except in certain cases when said snuffler is grimacing and making funny faces, and saying things that sound like lies and are, in fact, not fact, and covering with alibis, a … Read more

The song of the crow was his raison d’etre. He’d climb a tree, dressed in black, and recite the words, written in bird. He never did experience any great desire to fly. But every time … Read more

Put the needle on the noodle. Listen to the pasta play. It’s the whole kit and caboodle. There is nothing more to say. Get some penne and some paper. Fill the tubes with marinara. Writing … Read more

John Cale was in the House of Anthrax before we’d even heard that word called terror. Terror is the unmoving phalanx of cars stretched twelve miles short of the city. Terror is a cloud you … Read more

Angel hair is in my eyes. What a heavenly surprise. There are wing tips on my shoes. Grab my harp and play the blues. I must be up on cloud nine. I can see a … Read more