CrazyBob

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 ...

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 ...

Well I'm here off and on these days. Not sure where anna is, haven't talked to her in years but we used to chat pretty regularly. I'll check you out ...

Likin it so far, not bad. A lot of description. Nice tone of dialogue

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 ...

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

A bit too ambiguous, but I liked some sharp bits like "coarse bricks bombard me". You've got a keen ear for word-sounds. Nice work.

D.H. has some good short stories, I should read more of him.

A few familiar faces from the glory days of TYWC...Ahh, nostalgia.

A few familiar faces from the glory days of TYWC...Ahh, nostalgia.

Silly fun, all that, which has a place assuredly, but nothing that sticks with you.

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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, ...