Mallards

The mallards would scoff down bread with their long, flat beaks. My grandparents would give me a slice and I'd break it up and toss it out to them. I appeared to want the duck to eat out of my hand, but I think really I wanted the duck to eat me out of it.… Continue reading Mallards

Stick

I was doing my usual Sunday walk through the woods by my house, when Margaret from work appeared out from behind a tree and hit me over the back with a stick. “What happened today?” I said. “Do you want to talk about it?” “I just didn’t want you getting depressed,” she said. I appreciated… Continue reading Stick

Vulture

In my vulture covered chest there is a maelstrom inside which God’s Walkman plays the sound of the sun. I’ve tried to weld it onto my sheet-like head, but it just won’t melt properly. Maybe I should go get the H-bomb and jump into Turkey Pond with it, volcano into the air, and pop tart… Continue reading Vulture

Peanut Butter & Jelly

Is this face smiling some potion of endorphins and gray matter peanut butter and jellying me onto two slices of Time, one slice for the future’s pie hole, the other for the past’s, both connected by some shared colon sphinctering me out into a practically unbearable present? I’m sure the secret to understanding what it… Continue reading Peanut Butter & Jelly