Monet by Palmer Owyoung I once had this regular who was a doctor. He worked at UCLA Medical Center and he had this terminal patient, a 15-year-old boy, who had Leukemia. Despite years of chemotherapy, experimental treatments, opinions, observations, poking and prodding from specialists and experts, the boy...
Water by Victor Carrera The rash has grown very red and burns me most of the day. It stretches far around and wide from my groin and my clitoris is mostly swollen and reddish pink from it. I got it, I guess from some guy who...
Balancing the Scheme by Jacob Kinzie After my first semester at Longview College, I realized that higher education would never benefit me. All of it--the early morning classes, the treacherous exams administered by hippie gurus (who never saw the light of the real world penetrate their cluttered offices,) and the group...
Remembering Amanda by David Lee Kirkland Temptation always knocks twice. That's what my momma said, pretty near every time I headed out at night, voicing her hopes that I'd resist the ways of the world. To my way of thinking, Reuben Jones proved Mom wrong...
Hula Nights by William Starr Moake Using a skillful combination of lies and begging, I managed to swindle a week's leave during the Christmas holiday and I caught a hop to Hawaii on a giant C-5 cargo jet. I was going crazy at Travis Air Force base working 12-hour shifts and drinking myself into a coma when I was off duty. A live-in love affair gone hinkey, the grim return to barracks life...
Deep Sea Diving on Super 8 by Martin Rutley It took twenty minutes to get him from his house to the studio. Denny got the lot on high 8, so I’m thinking I might cut some of that in with the final edit – give the piece that rounded feel I missed with ‘Dandelion Trails ’- maybe a few bars...
The Marijuana Mermaid by David-Matthew Barnes Even though I was high, I was still aware of the fact that I was in Jeremy Nelson’s bedroom. He had brought me here, to his house that was obviously decorated by his wicker-basket- loving mother. To his bed with its red, black and white...
Was It Something I Said by Jack Conway He thought things were going pretty well. They had gone to dinner and then to a movie. She even agreed to come back to his apartment for a drink. He hoped she didn’t mind that he ordered for her at the restaurant...
God of the Rats by Jim Lekaks Sitting at my desk, looking out through my window, I hear the rain. The famous sound of rain descending onto a tin roof and overflowing into gutters I should have cleaned months ago. This audio tranquillity is masking a high pitched squeaking sound I have been able to ignore...
