The trauma of war can ripple across generations and bleed through borders. You can arrive in the United States or come back home to the United States, but you’ve left a piece of your sanity behind.… Continue Reading
Baumeister seems to recognize the inherent fascism in the hero worship of the Marvel version of Norse mythology, and thus he consciously inverts everything, making Loki the postmodern hero whose trickster punk identity becomes an antidote to authoritarianism, while Thor is reimagined as a buffoonish fascistic bro, “perpetually shitfaced on cheap lager, crushing aluminum cans against his head, biting holes in them with his teeth.”… Continue Reading
You have to love the Germans, their national sense of humor at least. One part British stodge, one part French aloofery, they’re unmoved by the banal jokes Americans love. But give them a hulking sexecutioner in black polythene and a Hello Kitty mask, and they’ll yuck it the fuck up.… Continue Reading
It’s the last day of summer vacation. Soon he will be mired in seventh-grade English assignments and history reports. Things Edward has no problem with. But brother Edward does not know how to drive and he, Davey, is killing it.… Continue Reading
Santa put ammo in my stocking again this year, so each dawn over winter break Pap nudges me awake with his boot and drives us out to the woods.… Continue Reading
I observe my multiscreened supercomputer slave away at its latest task I programmed for it: creating the most authentically erotic images of that flattop super mermaid Richard’s pet seems to adore so much. It is one of civilization’s great mysteries why that gorgeous creature doesn’t disappear from that plastic man’s grasp and be the much-desired queen for that fish man.… Continue Reading
He frowns. I prefer this expression to the smug know-it-all of a second ago, but still I smile a bit as I imagine hammering my fist into his perfect teeth.… Continue Reading
We all had dead people in our lives. We all had mamas, or somebody anyway, who told us that we would be with them again one day. I thought maybe that’s what funerals are for. So we can all be together believing the dead were all together, somewhere nice.… Continue Reading
The list always started with Acorn; that was one of the rules. For Linda, an acorn perfectly represented nature: clean lines, so compact. Roger liked how they reminded him of aroused nipples, taught and hard. Irresistible.… Continue Reading
My hope is to wake up every day and write something, whether good or bad, just to simply string words together. Simple everyday ten-dollar words so I can communicate with everyday people like a nurse, butcher, electrician, a janitor, guitar player. I’m not of the intellectual crowd, nor do I come from it, nor do I intend to be a part of it.… Continue Reading