Red Tin Noodles

Elmer and Daffy were acting up again, and, as always, sporting firearms. They were at a rally in the ‘deep’ south, a sea of bright red hats and dull pink faces. Alcohol had made their … Read more

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

For all my finger lickin’, I came back as a chicken. I ate a thousand wings, now I’m one of those things. I’m paying for those benders when I ate many tenders. Did not realize … Read more

Old cats in black boots and dirty jackets sit around a fire, burning tire, pass around a hit. They talk of Eisenhower, Vietnam and J.F.K., of families and old friends who are not around today. … Read more

Robin spied a spotted uncle on her way to the Dansk outlet. He flitted from branch to branch, his silvered wrists aflutter. She’d once thought him a nuthatch, but he’d grown into himself. She would … Read more

Your words have choked my ambience. The droll dithers and hithers in obvious time. A parlance afar. Theresay and herespeak. Leaking meaning to the edges of suicidal sentences. Adverbs and adjectives in combat. Verification intact; … Read more

Festering instincts operate the dead machine. It crawled out from the swamp to infiltrate our lives. Art hoax, junk pile, alien dropping: it watches unceasingly. Nothing now moves or makes the slightest noise. But, somehow, … Read more

The edge of a cloud, when dark as a shroud, can cauterize the day, can sweep the blue to Timbuktu and stain the sun away. It can disguise the hour, or else portend a shower, … Read more

Sitting on the front porch of our cortex, numbers shine like highly polished knives, ready to just jump into the vortex, bringing great precision to our lives. All lined up in single file or columns, … Read more

No class on lawn tonight. Too dark for prolonged concentration. Please set timer for last lesson. Return all books with pages cleaned. Marks will be given, then taken away. Thought cannot be taught or bought. … Read more

Somewhere between the felt tip and the ballpoint, waving as its flag a typewriter ribbon, lies in wait the dreaded inky zone. Where fingerprints are commonplace and stamp pads are the norm. Where the badge … Read more

Imagine a box full of answers falling off of the lap of your god, spilling out on the ceiling of this world, where we look up and see them as stars. While we’re ever unsure … Read more

The modern world creaks to a halt. The sun, frozen, leans toward darkness. Apocalypse, now a presumption, a former abstraction, demands a reaction, and the people must vote it down. Across the oceans, our enemies … Read more

Command control has seized the blue puddle. All inhabitants are sworn to secrecy. Thus ends a stressful string of twelve aborted missions and a flurry of inactivity deemed painfully inappropriate. All aboard will receive a … Read more