Categoría: little chews
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“Beth, Circa 1970” by Bill Tope
It was late December, and the dulcettones of Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic”played softly on the massive stereospeakers as a gaggle of hippies sprawledacross the living room. They sat in chairs,reposed atop the three giant sofas andclustered along the floor in little groups.Huge, fragrant candles flickered off ofblacklight posters and…
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“Talk” by Wayne F. Burke
How come you do not talkhe asks.I talk, I say; just not to youbecauseyou are kind of a jackassand would not understand me even if I talked for a year, plusyou are kind of dumb.Why don’t you go and read a bookor two?Why don’t you go and live a little,…
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“A Funny Thing” by Bill Tope
Sequestered in the kitchen of her palatial estate, Molly stood at the stove, stirring a burbling pot of rich, savory chili. Her best friend, Agnes, sat on a stool at the counter, reading a magazine. “Haw, haw, haw!” bellowed Agnes, slapping her thighs with unbridled mirth. “That Llib Epot, he’s…
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“The Apple Tree” by Michael L. Utley
The apple treeBehind the houseHas long agoStopped bearing fruit It stands aloneIn sickness boldHalf its branchesDead or dying Leaves the hueOf summers pastDefy the sunThe pouring rain Bound there inWhite-knuckled gripOn mournful twigsOn listless boughs As autumn fadesThe leaves succumbEach one aSmall gold suicide Each gilded dropA dying sparkA universe…
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“i’ve always wanted to write a poem” by John Yamrus
i’ve always wanted to write a poem usingthe wordtautological. i firstheard it (saw it)in the liner notesof a Sun Ra album, andever since thenit’s been in my mindas a goal or a challengeor maybe just for something to do. but,here ya go… tautological… it’sfinallyoff my list andmaybe it’snow on yours.
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“The Living Dead All Around” by H.L. Dowless
Is it really worth it?What value is forty hours-plus a week to you?In hand, in the end, what do you get?What else is there in life that you’d rather do? You labor night and day for something you’ll never own,When you’d rather hunt or casually walk through a flower garden,Or…
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“Man With a Gun” by Bill Tope
The man eased open his dresserdrawer and extracted the gun casecontained therein. Placing the boxupon the bed, he opened the lid andpulled out the Glock 17 9mm hand-gun. He pulled off the slide, attachedthe new Tungsten Guide Rod, andrefitted the slide. He admired the polymer-framed pistoland eagerly anticipated target practicelater…
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Stranger Sights Reviews “Butchers” by Todd Sullivan
I really enjoyed this book. Right there at the start, there’s really no indication of the horrors that you’re in for. It doesn’t become apparent until you’ve read a bit that this is a story about vampires (unless you’ve already that MASSIVE GoodReads synopsis, then…you know a lot of things…
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“Alone” by Peter Lingard
People say one should do things on a beautiful spring morning, so I put on a fresh blue shirt with a crisp collar, beige slacks with knife-edge creases, a pair of highly polished brown shoes, and set out for a stroll. After walking through town, I turned down a side…
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“Mother’s Secret” by Yongbo Ma
When this journey ends, you will see me off no more,the parting scene is too hard to picture in mind,you faintly yearn for that day, tinged with unrest,unpacking and tying bundles time and again. You dwell in two worlds at once:one has learned to forget,the other waits in silent advance,your…
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“Baphomet Comes to Washington” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Baphomet….. A thing beyond things. Beyond love or hatred or their sum, beyond the beautiful or the monstrous or their sum. Beyond, finally, her mind’s power to comprehend or catalog.– Clive Barker, Cabal The United States National Park Service (NPS) holds primary responsibility for managing the green spaces, forests, and…
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“Attention on Girls’ Sports” by Bill Tope
I don’t usually follow the Sports page much, but what I’ve seen since resubscribing to the local papers last year has made me sit up and take notice. I’m speaking of the prevalence of young women of school age–we used to call them girls–who are excelling in organized high school…
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“jars of bugs” by Bogdan Dragos
he rides a rusty bikein the coldnight sliding like afishfrom alley to alley. He’s going upthe hill again. All he’s got on himbesideshis clothesand the bikeis a thermos filled withcoffee he got fromthe vending machineat the mall, coffee bought withmoney earnedfrom a day’s work ofstanding by the traffic lightsat the…
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“1967” by Bill Tope
Reese and Joey stood on the perimeter of the tavern’s dance floor, large schooners of beer cradled manfully in their hands, and complacently observed the female patrons of Ladies’ Night. Every Saturday night at the Stick It In, the Irish pub morphed into the West End’s premier meat market. “Chick…
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“Shadow Puppets” by Lynn White
I still see you in the shadows.It’s where you’ve always beencasting shadows over my lifeplaying your part in its theatrewhile staying hiddento project an imagewhich makes me feelas manipulatedas you surely arebehind that screen. It will take courageto draw back the blindto let me see your features,let me see who…
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“Musk’s xAI Unveils Time Machine” by Bill Tope
Amid a gathering storm of criticism that his business interests are anti-semitic and racist in nature, entrepreneur (Tesla, SpaceX, Trojan Condoms) and 3rd party creator (American Apartheid Party) Elon Musk has revealed to the public his newest creation: a fully functioning time machine. Addressing reporters from the same Pizza Hut…
