“What did you say?” “Well, what I said precisely is not so important as that you understood I was in disagreement.” “Repeat it,” “Repeat what?” “What you said to me.” “What would that accomplish?” “Do we need to take this outside?” “I suppose we could, but to what end? Violence perhaps? What would that prove? […]Read Post ›
The land of Nodd was a hard and rocky place. Encased on all sides by craggy cliffs, Nodd was hopeless and harsh. The people, like the landscape, were lumpy, misshapen, and gargoylesque. That is, until one day a young boy was born. The exact circumstances of his birth are a matter of much debate. Some say he […]Read Post ›
There are many things of which I am sure. But certainties are boring so why delve into that which is well-known and concrete? Why not instead spend our time on the shaky and unstable ground of the uncertain? If nothing else, at least our proverbial deaths will be metaphorically exciting. Now I am uncertain of […]Read Post ›
THIS IS NOT A STORY. I do not think I can emphasize this enough. To the reader who has come seeking a story, I am sorry that I can offer naught but disappointment. Though, I would like to point out that in disappointing you I am fulfilling familial expectations that I am, in actuality, a […]Read Post ›
Post-Modern(ism) had taken off her suffix and would not put it back on. “Come now, Post-Modernism,” said Didacticism, “This won’t do at all. How are people to know what you are without expressing exactly what you mean within an appropriate system of signification. The whole system will break down, they will assume you are an […]Read Post ›
What offends you? We have many choices, so go ahead and take your pick. Is it people? Places? Politics? Feel free to wander beyond the P’s aisle to the O’s or U’s where the ostriches, outlandish, and unnecessary dwell. You’re sure to find something! I know we’ve never left a customer unsatisfied. Choose from any […]Read Post ›
To my future children: I am a man of sorrows. Not because I did nothing, but because I did not do enough. I am sorry I did not fight more fervently for education. I am sorry I placed misguided value on passing pleasures. I am sorry I did not question more. I am sorry I did […]Read Post ›
Susan Stars lived alone. She was 41, white, and corpulent. Susan worked Monday through Friday at Vincent’s Hardware, spent Saturdays keeping her yard trim, and Sundays in worship. Susan was predictable, though the word she preferred was ‘dependable.’ She loved yard statues, collected them, and secretly thought her yard should win the local gardening awards. […]Read Post ›
There once was boy who–when crossing the street–spent so much time looking both ways, that he failed to see what was directly in front of him.
Bradford Windley 