He was wearing jeans, a HARVARD sweatshirt, and His name was Abu. He was floating twenty feet above the Chrysler building.
It was a squirrel. And, to his credit, the doctor did say it was a trained squirrel before he let it loose. I was on the table as he said it and I thought back to my early twenties. “I’ve got a stomach of steel!” I’d told… Read More
I stood in the swank lobby of a SoHo high-rise arguing with the domesticated ex-marine leashed to the front desk. He had a hole-punch of a mouth and little black eyes. His name was Jim. I pointed at my face. “Jim, you’ve seen my face… Read More
In the mirror, I attach the fake ears and tug the hat onto my head. “It’s the wealthiest Preschool in St. Peter,” K had said, “they’ll pay you a boatload to just stand around as an elf for their Christmas party.” I sigh now, as… Read More
**Artwork by Marvel** (This fairy tale was prompted by the artwork shown above) The Turtle was born with the world on his back. Well–not exactly. The Turtle was born with his mother on his back, his father atop her, atop them were a series of… Read More