The Passenger

The Passenger

You dont know what you’re talking about. It’s all gibberish. Yeah? Well just remember whose hand is on the nandgate Ducky. Because it aint the cradlerocker and it aint the dude in the runic tunic. If you get my drift. Hold it. I got a call. He rummaged in his pockets...
Moonglow

Moonglow

“What was it for?” I said. “What did you do with the snake poop?” “There was a professor at Miami. In the biology department. A herpetologist. He agreed to take a look at it.” “And?” “He felt confident it was not...
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

“You know what’s funny,” I say, “the thing I was most worried about when I was down there, in the South Side, driving around and talking into the tape recorder? I was worried that after I was shot near the lake, that the murderer, who really...
The Meter

The Meter

i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there’s another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be...