I used to feel guilty for not working over weekends. Even if Monday is going to be hellish, I try not to now.

Especially if these hellish items didn't come to be until Friday afternoons, as a result of someone else foisting responsibility off on me. 

I sleep soundly. Monday is...

"Yeah, eight years old? Eight years unemployed."

This country went to the dogs the moment that children were forced into schools.

“It’s really coming down,” said George. He rubbed his hands together, blowing some heat into his frigid palms.  Neal’s eyes turned toward the door. Without moving his body, they didn’t quite reach it. “Out there?” “Well there’s no snow in here.” “Not yet.” “Now don’t talk that way, Neal.” This time, Neal turned to fully...

“Well, that’s it, boys. Every pipe in the city. Hand me that rag, will you?” said Joey.

“How can you tell?” asked Garland.

“See that gauge right under there? The one with the needle poking all the way on the right? And see how there’s that black bar, with the...

She threw the dart like a hunter threw a javelin. It hit the mark right in the shoulder, brought it down clean, 50 points.

He drank his beer like he'd found the true oasis, memories of those other lying wisps banished from thought. He'd been sent to stock up for his...

We write for our vacuums. That they might pull in a thread or two of interest and spin something together. Strong writing need not be loud but dense, and as black holes pull larger, but less massive, bodies toward it to dance, so does an honest tale.

My pen's been...

There wasn't anything left, the last I checked. The jar lay opened, empty, save for an empty offer, a dusting of its previous contents. It sat there cloyingly, as if it was all still within reach, but upon trial the remnants just barely scoot by your fingers at each pass...

"If not now, then when?" said the poster in the apartment hallway.
We walked by it, all the same, as we did every day. Up three flights of too-brightly-lit stairs and into our single-unit flats that each housed three. We washed our bargain-bought vegetables and cooked our expired grains...

Ten then a one, resembles patterns that flatter ‘em
The tatter broken casket offered Saturn a son 
But open patter sought recategory and run

Four and forty more, staked their sortie on swords Present the fort a flowered speech and court the cowards to sleep
Thirty for three, among the shoes on their feet The bells were notched for every hour the sots were basking in power
It's twenty to two, the...