"Damn," he whined, "nobody ever gets back to me." "Maybe they take time to sleep," she whispered. Then she grabbed the remote, and hit

by ira on 4:29pm, 14 May 2008

The Og Man tries to find the door. Stumbles, fumbles. Will the key elude him? Will he break in? Will he use his rapidograph, and redesign?

by ira on 2:25pm, 12 May 2008

Surrounded by the steep walls of tiny worldviews, I sit on scratchy carpet and try to remember the point. Outside the sun is shining.

by ira on 12:01pm, 9 Jan 2008

At 2:30 a.m. the dog must go out. The world has become crystal. The air is full of the sound of falling snow. I breathe in the deep cold.

by ira on 9:13am, 5 Dec 2007

I tripped going up the stairs. Everything I was carrying spilled in a vast arc, upward and outward. "Damn," I said. Then I stood up.

by ira on 1:19pm, 30 Oct 2007