Category Archives: Prose
70’s Nostalgia
Get in on the Ground Floor! In the interest of posterity, I am composing a list of those articles and institutions which stand as cornerstones of the 1970s. That not-too-long-past era has, of late, suffered fatal blows; and now that she is trampled underfoot, we would hope to put forward some remembrances to serve as …
Ramona and Rimple
Once upon a time, while Ramona Otoe was walking through the forest, she ran into the Prefect’s little boy, Rimple. The weather was sunny and warm and Ramona had had quite a lot of fun already that day, so she stopped to ask the boy to play tag with her. “I sha’n’t play wif you,” …
A Fairy Tale
There was much to do in Pixyland that day. King Raoul was to celebrate his Gold Jubilee, 50 years as monarch of this little kingdom, nestled somewhere in the mountains between the Kingdom of Oz and Never-Never Land. King Raoul had declared that this day was to be a day of celebration and to show …
Masthead
A Legendary White Dog Story
if only
“Don’t open your mouth because I know you’re going to say ‘I would like to know– what’s it like to be what you are?’ and then shut your mouth and not say: ‘How disgusting it must be to be a disembodied head sitting in a surgical pan.’ Yes, Professor, that’s right: I can read your …
Mountain Story
On a hill where the water springs that eventually winds its way down out of the Sierra Madre, that thunders finally into the mighty Los Angeles River; on that hill there, clings the spine of a human town. It’s just a store, really; and a post office and a couple of houses for no particular …
Food & Whine
by Mr. Verbose There was a Sunday some years back when I agreed to cook a dinner for my housemates. We decided upon chicken and after we passed around the hat (Phil’s hat, I think) to fund the provisioning of our meal, I set off for the local supermarket. In my absence, these same housemates …
Esmerelda & the Font Slave
“First things first, I always say,” said Fred, as he took the utensil firmly, but tenderly in hand. “I know I know what I’m doing. It’s just that I haven’t bothered to recently review my reasons for doing it.” Nevertheless, he gave the fingerpick a flip and launched into a torpid rendition of Melancholy Baby. …