Eulogy
“He weren’t going to have his life stomped out by no big foot,” said the one in the black plaid Goodwill suit, winging a shriveled rose down onto the coffin.
Archive for November 2009
Times New Roman
In Fiction on 11 November, 2009Friday nights had nothing to do with Times New Roman, besides the fact that the former was rendered from the latter. Feeling a little hungry and a lot horrible, Times New Roman ordered some pizza.
“How large is your medium?” it asked.
Submission
In Poetry on 5 November, 2009Thank you for submitting
and I have read with care
but it’s not what I am after
I wish you luck elsewhere