A Very Merry Christmas

“This present is for Gordon,” I said as I handed my nephew his loosely wrapped present. “Be careful. Don’t shake it, you don’t want to hurt it.” Gordon’s eyes lit up as he took the present and put it down on the floor to open it. Everyone was curious; what had I purchased for Gordon this year? Last year,…

Bleed the Line

“You know,” David said, “this is illegal in some states.” “What, gay sex?” Devon asked. “No,” David said, then kissed Devon, inching closer to him on the ambulance stretcher, “having sex in an ambulance. If I get caught, I’m fucked.” “Like you wouldn’t like that,” Devon said, sliding his hand across David’s stomach. Devon worked…

Going Home

After endless miles of interstate, I have finally reached McMinnville, Tennessee. I immediately recognize the wagon wheels marking the entrance to a tree-lined lane. I follow the gravel stretch back to a semi-secluded cottage nestled in the heart of middle Tennessee. Exiting the car, I am greeted by a small black barking dog. I try…

Picture Spot

This isn’t over. Vultures continue to roost on the turrets of Cinderella’s castle. For one month—October—we didn’t mind, and we even added a few fake vultures for effect. Our imagineers even managed to overstate the qualities that make a vulture so offensive, eliciting praise from our guests. “So lifelike,” they would say, “so gruesome.” We…

Goodnight

Closing class but no bell to tell of knowledge ending. Too late to absorb even the most free of substances. Justin playing his part directed by the one who believes That the best possible way to get a- Head down striving not to be a part Of this reality not called life. Waiting is a…

Our Generation

Our generation will never amount to more than the sins of our fathers. And every so often a ray of light shall be bred from the evil that is this world, Only to be crushed under the heel of darkness, that plagues this earth. And yet no one will remember the great man that once…

Memories

The longer one holds on to a memory of something lost, The longer we attempt to fulfill the past. The longer we cherish it, The more glorious the past becomes. However holding it too long can lead to hate. Make us stray from the path ahead. We forget how to walk. The past can too…