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My grandma makes the best brunch. Often she makes egg sauce, which is solely known as egg sauce. Also, she cooks her bacon in the oven so it is always fully crunchy. I also like crepes.

» Posted By bryan On 03.08.2012 @ 1:29 pm


That’s how much she thought of “us.” Said it would be five years or so and then we could plan for the fall-apart. Guess it didn’t last that long. She went off into the peace corps or something. I stayed in town – a legendary drunk. I prefer to just sleep around now.

» Posted By Bryan On 03.07.2012 @ 8:36 am


That’s what she said she had done in college. She was twelve years older than me. I don’t know why I thought it was love. Never really felt like it. But she had gone to college and Barry had lied about ages to both of us. I got the cup of coffee and was delivered to the set, but I have to say, I looked in her purse for a license to remember her name the first night.

» Posted By Bryan On 02.29.2012 @ 2:23 pm


It was at that time, during the war, the flag flew there above the dome, when the dome was another dome, and William was still alive, and we would laugh and sing at night, even when we knew the enemy was listening. Then the tanks came. And the bombs fell. And William went away for good and I was left with Mom and Dad, and then Dad left too.

» Posted By Bryan On 02.28.2012 @ 6:50 am


What was the name of the movie? The one with Lee Marvin? I remember he played a drunk, but then who doesn’t. We were all so good at that back then. Sneaking the whiskey in and forgoing the better calories. We could live for days like that. Until we spilled and we all got stuck and we moved on.

» Posted By Bryan On 02.27.2012 @ 7:13 am


I suppose I was wandering. She was out to find me but if a man doesn’t want to be found, there’s always a way. So I struck out looking for a dozen tangerines and a cure. I went all the way to Toronto and there was none to be had. Out of season. I turned and we back toward home, and thus to her as well.

» Posted By Bryan On 02.13.2012 @ 8:43 am


I held it to my eye and the whole world opened up differently. What a disappointment the next day. The horrible end product of this enterprise. Oh, how the world shrank to such a small little thing. And all that was worth it seemed so flat and obscure.

» Posted By Bryan On 02.06.2012 @ 8:03 am


They were dancing there in front of us. Two years! We were in the same spot and they were in the same spot, yet we never spoke. It was on the third year that we didn’t see them and so I went on reconnaissance. I found the one but not the other. Love was over, apparently, yet the Flaming Lips still played.

» Posted By Bryan On 02.01.2012 @ 7:37 am


I can’t remember what it was. All that I do remember is that he yelled at me that day of the beginning of the first Gulf war and said I was unAmerican. The chorus would build until it was a national one in the 2000s. Lord I can’t figure out how that works. My dad went to Vietnam, I said, and I think that’s enough. I guess I was a punk. But he was an asshole.

» Posted By Bryan On 01.31.2012 @ 7:33 am


The power of the dog was always in him. At night, when all the others left, he would sit out and stare at the moon, a little whimper strangled in his throat. It was those years when he was lonely that were the best for writing the book. He could see that now. But the alcohol and carousing always seemed to get in the way.

» Posted By Bryan On 12.14.2011 @ 11:35 am


I sent you out this morning because Paul doesn’t have a cell phone. Or the internet. So I attached the little pieces of paper and oriented you. A little whisper in the ear for luck and advice. It’s now nightfall and I still haven’t heard back, nor send hide nor feather of you, my little friend.

» Posted By Bryan On 12.06.2011 @ 11:43 am


‘Twas the holidays I suppose. 1983. The mother was in the kitchen, disgruntled, making turkey, or a ham, that part really doesn’t matter. The children were home. In the yard. Playing. Her father came to mind and wouldn’t leave. The bastard! By the night even the children would be reminded of the stories.

» Posted By Bryan On 12.05.2011 @ 8:55 am


To turn someting down or see it in a very low rez figure the word dim reminds me of a dimmer switch for a light

» Posted By Bryan On 11.29.2011 @ 5:45 am


Those were the best of days. That’s what I was thinking that morning. Just before thanksgiving. Just before the long roadtrip home. I was thinking about post-structuralism and how we thought we were so smart. How I knew nothing of the world. It was just ideas for their own sake. There was a girl, but even love was just an idea as well.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.23.2011 @ 7:04 am

When a person learns everything in his/her book like the phrase “I have to study for my test.” So to me that is my way of saying the definition of the word study.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.23.2011 @ 5:56 am


I guess that was what kept us together for the first two years. You liked my jokes and let me know it. After the war though, some of the punchlines didn’t work so well anymore. The world was different. Comedy and tragedy set off-kilter and in many cases having switched places completely.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.22.2011 @ 7:19 am

The way of how somwone laghes or giggles loudly and fastly. Like when they say a joke in a crowd and everyone laghes

» Posted By Bryan On 11.22.2011 @ 6:37 am


And that was that. Out the front door of the double-wide and down the road in that 1974 Ford Sport Custom – custom painted from the factory to be the exact opposite of the standard paint job. He was gone. For good this time. Sayonara!

» Posted By Bryan On 11.16.2011 @ 10:17 am


Oh how we all moved in time together that night. Wasn’t it just the greatest. You were standing so close that I could feel every little rhythm from each and every one. But that was long ago now. That was before the responsibilities crept in. Family. Children and such. Oh my!

» Posted By Bryan On 11.14.2011 @ 7:16 pm


I swear I didn’t do it, I said. See, I was talking with the police officers as they were searching my house. They didn’t believe me. Mrs. Withers was dead and I was a prime suspect. All of the kitchen knives in the block were suspect. I hadn’t done the best job, it goes without saying.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.10.2011 @ 9:23 am


He had spent months in the basement with just the books and flowcharts and diodes and resistors. This was the way to make his life whole again. After the kids were gone, and after Mary was gone, this was what had helped him make it through.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.09.2011 @ 10:01 am


Fall back and spring forward. It’s so dark. My room mate already went to sleep and it’s not even midnight.. The idea that we should allow it become darker in the afternoon is terrible. Waking up is a little bit better but it is when we’re all relaxing after school and work that we want daylight.

» Posted By bryan On 11.07.2011 @ 9:00 pm


There was the day I was walking through the field behind my parents house and down to the lake. He was lying there bleeding, gasping for breath, seeming to say, “do something!” So I did. I can’t talk about it now, but that was the day that put me in this place.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.02.2011 @ 9:00 am


Oh, that’s what she wanted. Couched it in terms of romance mostly. That all-too-vague word! What is it for me? What is it for you? Venus? Mars? Baseball games and hot dogs could suffice. I guess if I were passionate enough you would know it.

» Posted By Bryan On 11.01.2011 @ 10:33 am


automatic seems the reaction
when one turns in the moment

when you cash in your judgement
automatic seems the reaction

» Posted By Bryan On 10.24.2011 @ 9:16 pm


I guess that is what I would hope we would have. Life lived in Nebraska. All of those expectations on our wedding day. And now this? A dead child. Infidelity. The lake view is still nice though. And winter isn’t as bad as we thought. And you are always always so forgiving.

» Posted By Bryan On 10.19.2011 @ 10:43 am


Oh, it could’ve been the morning after the day when we were eating and drinking and you were telling me about the new girl that you would spend your life with before the flood and the tortillas that the beans came on and I couldn’t stand the intensity of the light in that place back there and then. Oh, I guess that how it goes.

» Posted By Bryan On 10.17.2011 @ 11:49 am


I was waking up that morning and my head was hurting – probably late night drinking and the way that the flora was playing with all of us in that city. She was laying there and her purse was laying there and I was foggy and needing to remember a name because that’s what I try to do. That’s what good boys like me try to do.

» Posted By Bryan On 10.13.2011 @ 9:50 am


Later, after he was free again (as if he ever really were) he would recall that time as a certain golden period of his life. Freedom had wrought heartache, cancer, destitution and diabetes – the end times seemed always just around the corner.

» Posted By Bryan On 10.11.2011 @ 11:25 am


It was in the late day, the day’s when the men wore the skins of the animals killed on great hunts, that the falling of the day would bring such great pains. I was just a small one then, but the pain as the great orb diminished was evident even to me upon the faces of the elders. And at night the constant clanking. And never the cries of ecstasy.

» Posted By Bryan On 10.10.2011 @ 8:35 am

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