CrazyBob

Somehow, he knows the precise moment at which to tug the fishing line. Past the unknowable edge of every corner building, he is a wiry boy with hair asunder. His ...

Look at that factory: a sore upon the city-street; a boorish decoration that has sewn itself upon the sidewalk like a vile, self-sufficient plant. We were minding our own business, ...

The soft red leaky tendrils of the sun’s emitted fumes upon the farmhouse windowpane: a morning whisper jagged in design and prophylactic tedium to wake the sleeping farmer from his ...

Was a rounded pendulum swung, dangling from the air, springing downward from an angry clock-face? Was it like Cronos’ stretched and aching member, invisible to my puny, penis-avoiding eyes, on ...

I like some of the imagery here, i.e. the description of the distant fences in repose. Very nice. I think the line-breaks mid-sentence are a bit awkward, however. Consider breaking ...

My father was a police-man. His Slavic arms, the size of middling-to-large libraries, protruded from his massive, operatic chest. His braided, unshorn hair sloped to the mid-shoulder, decorated sporad

Boz sat the kitchen table, eating toast with peanut butter and reading Boy’s Life magazine. He was reading an article about how to tie a Sheep Shank knot, a skill ...

A muttering, dusty figure, slumped forward on the sidewalk. Where others quicken pace, afraid you'll rape them or ask for money, I pause a moment to place my patent-leather briefcase ...

God give strength to this sloppy-tongued git, this avatar of awkward lying semi-conscious in the purgated morning mud. Here I stand, shuffling, stumbling, and fumble footed down these bleak angling ...

I wake from the nausea of sleep to some foreign breathing, heavy and irregular, cold and awful. Terror saturates my guts. There is no monstrosity, no groaning creature clothed in ...

Am I paranoid? I don’t think so. I look out my window and see them, nightmares made flesh. With azure hair and prescription pills, walkers, mobile chairs, oxygen tanks, coupons, ...

I tumble forth into the world. From a womb-vessel wrought, I sat and thought near the edges of time till the moment came to ruin my oblique heaven. Old doctor, ...