Cost Cuts – Peter Brav
Friday, November 1, 2013 12:12 — 1 Comment
The executive’s name was Tim Riley and he had been at Fox Sports from the beginning, rising through the ranks, crushing subordinates and superiors alike, until he was making a lot more dough than the idiots hitting baseballs 500 feet and knocking down 25-footers with regularity. And that was the problem, they were idiots, fixed costs, crushing expenses that ate into league profits grilled from ten-dollar hot dogs and indirectly the advertising profits of his own beloved network.
BIG DEAL – r l white
Thursday, September 26, 2013 12:58 — 0 Comments
Oh boy, just wait until Johnny finds out! Mike got a new bike for his birthday, all shiny and new, not like the hand-me-downs I always get. This one sparkles and has streamers flying from the handlebars!
A Giant Butterfly Is Taking Over the World – Allegra Hyde
Friday, August 30, 2013 11:30 — 1 Comment
“A giant butterfly is taking over the world,†exclaimed Doreen.
The City Impounded The Red Ford Pinto – James Brantingham
Monday, August 19, 2013 15:14 — 1 Comment
Bud’s 1980 paint-peeling Ford Pinto–named Diablo after The Cisco Kid’s horse—gently slowed to a stop on the south side of the Ship Canal. Bud pushed Diablo off the street onto a grassy patch. The Pinto held everything that Bud owned—hundreds of empty plastic bags, stacks of newspapers and his collection of unwashed socks. Bud was out of places to go. Right there on a grassy shoulder was the place called “The End of the Road†and with it a state of mind John Barth called, “cosmopsis”.
Elegy – Abraham Elm
Thursday, July 11, 2013 11:24 — 0 Comments
In those days my city had not yet become a sad imitation of itself. I’d spend the evenings wandering through the park or riding the streetcar, sipping coffee from paper cups and reading books I’d borrowed from the library. If I’d been paid recently I’d buy a bottle of wine and walk into the hills until I found a quiet place to watch the rest of the world. If I’d worked hard that day and written a few pages of honest prose I might stay out late at one of the bars on Broadway. In the morning I’d wake up […]
Starvation – Henry F. Tonn
Monday, July 1, 2013 11:08 — 0 Comments
My grandmother moved to the United States from Poland in 1900. She was the new bride of a German man who had moved into her small village thirty miles outside of Krakow, wooed her, and took her away. I later asked why she left her village and relocated to the New World with this relatively unknown man and she replied, “Well, he just had what it took.†My grandmother was never one to analyze things.
Two Stories – Nate Brantingham
Thursday, June 13, 2013 11:15 — 1 Comment
Mourning from the End of TimeÂ
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
