The Smell of the Rain on the Wind
He was an old man, the kind what there ain’t much use for now, save for rocking in chairs and sighing and asking for more coffee. His old wife cooks him corn and pork for supper and pours him cornflakes Read More …
Author: Mark Brenden
When the Kid Rolled Damn Near Perfect
Year at twelve and hour there too, I bore witness right here in Minneapolis to greatness in action at Elsie’s Bowling Bar. Sit down here now and let me tell you about it. It was damn near empty when we Read More …
Lost at 22
Odds are yll get lost at 22 And find yrself somewhere like Jackson, WY And the light will turn red And yll forget what that means A pretty lady will float by And yll enter some sort of inner wind Read More …
7 a.m.
Surrounded by lion and man, he was bloody and down. Get up, he heard from the distance. The sun came blinding and ripped at his face like a cougar. He tried to open his eyes but was not able. Get Read More …