Story based on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 3 But if thou live, remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies…
Mack the Knife was a dirge. Louis Armstrong and Bobby Darin made it jazzy, catchy – an insidious song…
The hay and crops were on fire, but I turned my back on the haunting flames. Men were flinging buckets…
He would encircle me in his arms and heft me up near shoulders. “The moon,” I would yell. It seemed…
On a cold day, they stuck him in a cold coffin in the cold ground with the cold birds fluttering…
I dread teaching irony. My students were always confused and I was constantly trying to come up with a unique…
“I was obliged to work hard. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed just as well.” -Bach No. I’m not getting…
You never cared for words, did you? I knew it. The moment I saw you. You zinged me. Like a…
Why must she always do that? Paint on fabric. Paint on the walls. She even painted on the cat’s collar.…
Sweet, stupid people like to take their information lying down. Like supplicants opening their arms to the strange heaven that…
