The sudden vision of the wings of seven-banded color made me halt as I headed for the doomed pig’s pen. I blinked at the striped light like refractions from twin prisms and the knife slipped from my hand and I swiveled and the men behind me parted. In a trance I retraced my steps and sat […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
They haggled out the terms. “You know I like to go fishing,” Ten said, “at least once a week. I do not like to work indoors. I won’t make much money.” “Well, but I like to have nice things.” “And I understand that, Joley, and you’ll have as good as I can provide you with, but you’ll […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“You got anything for me?” I asked Kyle. I was sitting in his wheelchair and he was lying in bed. He was pretty well naked, but he was generally naked when he was at home. Maybe some sweatpants, sometimes. But right then he’d just got out of the shower, and lay there under just his sheet. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Well that was a blast!” My fiancée exclaimed as he stuffed his long body and tight Wranglers into the passenger seat of my beat up Ford Focus. I rolled my eyes in a big dramatic way and turned the key in the ignition. While I tugged at the straps of my black sundress and regretted not […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Auntie Lee has all day parties and Mama says it’s got to be a hundred degrees outside. That’s how I know it’s summer again. Mama says next summer we’ll get air conditioning and next summer we’ll take a big vacation, cross country, with Auntie Lee to California where we’ll go on a game show and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When the day slips away, the mosquitoes come out. And bare skin brings the bugs. Not so far in the distance, she can hear them shaking off stagnation among the cattails and she wishes wistfully that her jeans weren’t shoved down around her ankles. The buzzing comes drifting to her even over the bland and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The mountain lion that could kill you in the woods, instead races past, leaps over a rock and devours a small dog in the scenic yard you’re squatting behind. You feel like Dwight Gooden sitting on a dirty old sofa of his drug dealer, watching the ticker tape parade on television after the Mets won […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The dented front fender of Danny Mather’s gold ’89 Cadillac Eldorado and the dead armadillo cracked and steaming along the roadside a half mile back were not unrelated. Danny was tapping the steering wheel, saying the issue was premeditation. “I see a ‘dillo crossing the road, I don’t try and hit ‘em. If you’re tryin’ […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Jack and Mrs. Jones stood in the foyer of the Big House. Her half-blind, soupy eyes blinked, focused, and looked him over. He felt them range from his worn tennis shoes up his thin legs and thread-bare jeans and across his grey cotton t-shirt. Her lips were pulled together in what, if she had been […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
He doesn’t know how he got this way. Crazy, that is. Most things, you think about them long enough, you come up with an answer. All he knows for sure is that he got to work this morning in his Chevy pickup, the laundry is done, there are ham sandwiches in his lunch pail, and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 0
GUD: Greatest Uncommon Denominator (magazine) Issue 1
