The Weather

Words from the Poet Laureate

Say there. Say. You. Yeah you, the one raising his pussy drink to his pussy lips lined with that curly pussy beard. Yeah that’s right, I just totally inverted your supposed symbols of testosterone-fueled manliness and…

Hey Kid

“…”   “Oh, hey there, pal. Is that Brendan I’m talking with here?”   “…”   “Brandon? They should call you Brando, you got such acting chops.”   “…”   “What? It’s me, kid, Maury. Maury…

Contingency Plans

Plan A It should be a lovely afternoon. We’ve reserved the picnic tables at Bogard Park next Friday from noon to three. There’s a brand new jungle gym for the kids and a beautiful view of…

Project Write Stuff

In an already glutted reality television market comes a new offering this fall: Project Write Stuff. Twelve aspiring writers compete to win a book deal, a year’s supply of coffee, a cat-a-day desk calendar, but best…