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When hurricane Katrina finished burying New Orleans it swept up the central United States, turning into thunderstorms that dumped rain and hail on the Midwest, and ultimately dropping an alligator into the backyard of Joe Pringle of Wingett Run, Ohio, which promptly ate his Yorkie, Puddles, who was out for a potty break. Joe saw [...] Rita takes the baby, still screaming, from the tub of water, lays him on his back on the floor between her legs, kneads his stomach, fit to burst, with her fingers. Beside them, shards of soap, homemade suppositories. His face the color of cranberries, tonsils raging, he stiffens, bucks when she tries lifting his legs. [...] Original fiction, essays,and poetry coming tomorrow or the next day; it’s been a bit of a wreck around here last week and this. Had to make a quick trip back to my parents to visit my 95-year-old grandma, who is sadly living her last days in this world. Fifteen hours in the car in 48 [...] Boner Jones would see about getting a pair of moulded insoles made for his feet like the cripples wear, so the bottoms of his shoes would hit the ground properly. He would have his pants tailor made, stitched special so the creases could run good and straight down the front. He’d stop farting, at least [...] This is a placeholder post, kind of, while we trek kids all over MA and while I try to recover from whatever made me sleep for 19 hours yesterday. Feeling like crap, in other words. My family owned a lot of guns, but not as many as some other people I knew, maybe ten or so, [...] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5axlwCBXC8&hl=en&fs=1&] My friend Ray reminded me of this song on Facebook. I don’t really have much to say about it–love John Prine–except that the movie he references, Daddy and Them, might have been really good, but it’s sadly not. It’s worth watching, though. Laura Dern is pretty good in it, and Billy Bob does his usual [...] The driver’s window is down. Pavement hums beneath his tires, air beats against the rear windshield, and the engine howls as he climbs. A heifer moans from a shadowed pasture on the roadside. Logan gears down as he rounds a curve and, without benefit of blinker or brakes, spins into the driveway. [...] I gakked this from Halvard Johnson on Facebook. Not the meth, the review, dummy. Let’s hope it’s theft he doesn’t mind. It is the NY Times after all. By WALTER KIRN Think globally, suffer locally. This could be the moral of “Methland,” Nick Reding’s unnerving investigative account of two [...] |
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