Archive for March, 2011

Oedipal Complex

In Defense of Jocasta: A Testimony   The drape is cool and silken wrapping my neck Dark purple regal against this dusky throat This fabric the last embrace for a mortal wretch A drop before I’m eternally afloat   (He loved this neck all his life As a babe, how he clung, searching for protection […]

Published in: Bad Poetry on March 17, 2011 at3:12 pm Comments (0)

Going Nowhere at a Moderate Pace

Going Nowhere at a Moderate Pace   “Bro, just because I drank poison does not mean I should have to go to the hospital”. Roberto’s mutterings echoed through the corridors of the apartment complex. His best friend hassled him towards the stairwell in a half dragging, half carrying motion. Roberto’s protest went completely disregarded by […]

Published in: Bad Stories on March 16, 2011 at5:32 pm Comments (0)

Meta (A crass little piece of micro-fiction)

“Kid, don’t worry about him. I know his type. He probably cries while he’s jerking it” This phrase, chaperoned by a one-armed hug and a shrill giggle, begins the best moment of both Karen Lautner and David Jameson’s lives. David will continue of the theme of tragic masturbation for another eight and a half minutes, […]

Published in: Bad Stories on March 11, 2011 at1:03 am Comments (0)