Rogers had to sing that very song over and over and over again for the rest of his life at every casino across America. Doomed to experience his own success, forever.
Be humble. Do not be a dick. Do this for the sake of your soul but also for the sake of your career.
John Lennon tells me these things, and it’s possible that John is the devil. I can tell by the way he stares out so intently from the poster.
It took us close to an hour, but I managed to knock the bat to the floor with the broom, causing a slapping sound that made my stomach tighten. Emily covered the animal with an upside-down garbage bin, which I then pushed, slowly, out the door and onto the side porch. We heard the bat… Continue reading “Brick” by William Bradley
Why Didn’t He? The suspect was a black male running from the parking lot of a liquor store. He looked to my police sergeant father like a teenager. Maybe all he was fleeing was the screeching police car, or maybe he had been involved in a crime. Either way, when my father yelled “Halt, police”… Continue reading “He Didn’t Shoot” by E.K. Gordon
“Is it e’en so?—Then I deny you, stars!” —Romeo and Juliet (5.1.25) According to The Astrology Book: The Encyclopedia of Heavenly Influences by James R. Lewis, a birth chart (or astrological chart) calculates the position of various celestial bodies throughout the heavens as viewed from the Earth at the moment of an individual’s birth. And… Continue reading “Time Space: Places They’ve Never Met” by Janet Dale
For twelve years we attended chapel at the little rectangular school on Oak Street. We sang songs about God carrying us. We prayed for our enemies. We joined hands in unity. There, we were taught that evolution didn’t exist. In a beautiful garden, humanity breathed life from the dust of the earth. Our DNA mirrored… Continue reading “Adaptation” by Rori Leigh Hoatlin
It’s June ’78, and I’m in a panic-driven sprint behind my older sister. I feel the cool splash of linoleum hit the soles of my feet as we race into our farmhouse kitchen, one final lunge to stop her before— “Daddy, Cheryl’s afraid of the dark!” “Am not!” I mouth ‘I hate you’ to… Continue reading “My Father’s Lesson” by Cheryl Smart
Having produced appropriate book-art homages to Guillaume Apollinaire (known to his friends as Kostro) and to Nathanael West (commonly called Pep), among others, I’d like to do likewise by another modern writer increasingly sympathetic to me—the Spaniard Ramon Gomez de la Serna (1887–1963), known even to strangers only as Ramon. More than a decade ago,… Continue reading “Aphorisms from Kosti’s Ramon” by Richard Kostelanetz
Dad showed me how to change oil on the ’79 Ford Grenada before I took it to college. I got underneath the white car, scraping my back on the metal planks in front of his shed. I positioned the greasy pan under the oil plug and unscrewed it. The viscous liquid spilled over my hand… Continue reading “Maintenance Record” by Vivian Wagner