The hole in my head is not growing anymore. It stopped a few hours ago when I felt my brains hard-pressed against the insides of my skull. That is my problem, my hard skull. The hole cannot grow any further without cracking it open, and scattering my brains to reveal that I have an empty mind. When it started I liked it; the feeling of my thoughts interacting with each other as they ran away from the engulfing emptiness. I began to feel my own feelings, before other people could tell how I felt. I discovered my emotions before the chemicals responsible for them formed them.
Archives for June 2012
Heavenly Bodies by Frank Hubeny
Heavenly Bodies by Frank Hubeny “I wish I had a heavenly body, but I’m a big, fat black hole. I suck the goodness from the Boston cream universe.” “Jane! What are you talking about? Fat? You’re 5 feet 6, 110 pounds, gorgeous. You hate donuts.” “I’m writing a poem, Brian. Don’t bug me.” “Again?” “A […]
I really hate doing this! We need help!
I really hate doing this! We need your help again. We have run our: ?Raise Money Campaign? very quietly. It turns out, that’s not the best way to try to raise money for something. So, we are running this request to all of our readers once again. I hate asking for money, and please believe […]
A Thank You From Evelyn by Eric Tarago
My wife handed me the small envelope addressed to me in ink. The return address was from San Antonio, which was curious, because I did not know anyone from that city anymore. The friends that I had met there had all reported for duty the same day I did, in other cities and towns
An Aria in Peru by Christopher Niemeyer
An Aria in Peru ?by Christopher Niemeyer Some people make trips to other countries only to immerse themselves in the? ordinary things they like to do back home.? There was that American retiree from Cuernavaca, a city full of American retirees. On vacation in Peru, she was now staying at their hotel.?? She told them […]
Over and Out by Julie Morgan King
Over and Out by Julie Morgan King Simon parked the scooter and jogged up the stairs. He felt as light as a cloud. The audition had gone well. He?d taken the routine advice he?d dished out to truckloads of muddled patients over the years: breathe slowly, listen and focus. ? The gospels songs were sweetly […]