What can YOU say in six sentences?
The old rock n' roller calls it the "nexus of the crisis, and the origin of storms," but to me it's just another dive bar, a refuge for the weary and rejected set precariously on a rocky promontory overlooking the harbor. When I tell the bartender, a dark beauty with an Ouroboros bracelet around her slim wrist, that I got directions from Buck, she says, "He's still got an open tab he needs to take care of," but I don't guess it's my place to tell her that tab ain't getting paid anytime…Continue
I was listening to Alvin Lucier's "Still and Moving Lines of Silence in Families of Hyperbolas Part III Number 11 (For Cello and Pure Wave Oscillator)" when the phone rang.
"You've got ten seconds to get out of there," Miller said. "And this makes us even, you reprobate bastard."
I barely made the stairwell before the whole place blew and collapsed around me. Spitting dust, bleeding from the ears, I staggered through the debris out into the parking lot,…Continue
Her day-job at the museum isn't as stressful as her night-job taking customer service calls (which vacillate between those who are as baffled and needy as ten-year-olds or as rude and entitled as Ivy League grads) but the drawback is that she has to stand on her feet all day, pointing the way to certain exhibits, politely reminding people to stay behind the prescribed lines. Some folks especially seem to have a tough time keeping their hands off the statuary, compelled to furtively caress…Continue
You wanted to give yourself to something completely. You wanted this cup to pass from your lips. But sincerity and dedication were never your strong suits; you were never of a single mind.
(Even though you do like to blame invisible forces).
The thing is, if you don't point yourself in one direction, sooner or later you'll be pulled apart.
Now the cyclone spins and you're seeking a stone to hold you in place, but it's like they say: You…Continue