Showing posts from April, 2018

Indefinite Length, Part 6

30. Apr. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio

A low hum and sheltering bubble of shade persist at table 2, where you sit across from a man who has just given you the power to rid yourself of -- what did he call it? -- "Sludge?"

"The stuff that weighs you down."

Pain. Spots. Disappointment. Clogs. Fear and sadness, all the loss you've ever felt. Tar. "Anger?"

He nods. "Yes, that too."

All of it, just tossed into someone else's lap. You know so many worthy assholes! But--

"Why me? Why now?"

"Ah," he croons, and leans in, folding his hands on the table, making a steeple with his index fingers. He wiggles them, then stops. "You made the call." He looks into your eyes. "Really!" He unfolds his hands and taps his right index finger on the table, as if pointing to something. "Try writing your dreams down once in a while. As much as you can remember. After a while, you'll be able to mine go…

Wash Land Restroom Blues

24. April 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

Sometimes I go to the laundromat to wash my work clothes because my wife has nice clothes at home that do not need to be molested by my soiled, toil rags.

Sometimes I use the restroom there several times within a 45 minute period because I have a large beer stein that I fill with coffee and my bladder is not the same size.

Sometimes I am thinking that people will notice that I am going to the restroom too often because I think I am very important and people need to watch my every move.

Sometimes I overcome the little anxiety of frequent urination because peeing in my pants will reveal an even more pressing issue of my psychosis.

Sometimes after extreme mental exercise I come up with an idea to write about that makes absolutely no sense but with pictures, insight and experience may lead to liberation.

Alex Nuttall has spent many points of his life in Laundromats and restrooms. Working in the other than office world has led him to many messy clothes…

Indefinite Length, Part 5

17. Apr. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio

The brain can be tricked, and will often even trick itself, into hearing and seeing things that are not, objectively, there. You are a poor judge of the truth even on a good day, but the man who sits across from you at Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) looks real enough, even if Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) has somehow receded into the ether of before-and-after. You're not so sure of your own presence, though. You feel your lips move.
"I know you. Who are you?"
"Johnny Facenda."
"Yeah, got that part." Charlee looks at the man's face, and feels something tugging in the guts, or at the heart, or both. They stare at each other for a moment. Charlee's mind races, trying to connect dots that keep blinking in and out of existence. "What are you doing here?"
"Talking to one Charlee Hagwood, proprietor of a fine eatery and, let's admit it now, a sad sac…

My Father Ellis

7. April 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio

My grandfather’s name was George Ellis Nuttall.  He was a concrete contractor and builder. He was a fisherman, crabber and seafood vendor. He was a hunter. He was a crane operator. He was a World War II veteran. He was also a redleg.

Sometime during World War II my grandfather went to Fort Sill, Oklahoma to become an artillery man. There is where he became a redleg. A redleg is a fellow who served in artillery. This was more than 50 years before I found myself there in Lawton, Oklahoma at Fort Sill in 1995.
My father’s middle name is Ellis too.  My father is a builder. He’s a fisherman. He was a soldier in Vietnam. He served in the Signal Corps as a mess sergeant. He cooked for thousands of soldiers. He went to Fort Benning, Georgia.

In 1995 I decided to join the U.S. Army National Guard. I was 25 years old. I ended up going for my Basic Training and Advanced Individual Training (AIT) around September 1995. I had selected to become a Fire Support …

A Tree Was Planted

6 Apr 2018 By Cristy Johnson Bowen

A tree was planted
Promising strength and longevity
The clouds rolled in
Threatening uncertainty and turmoil
The rain fell
Intending to dampen dreams
Lightning lit the sky
Set on piercing tranquility
Thunder roared
Calling on fear and anxiety

A tree was planted
The clouds warned her
The rains fed her
The thunder and lightning stood no chance
She was already grounded
Alive in the storm

Cristy Johnson Bowen writes from the heart with words that befuddle gentlemen and ladies. She can conjure the divine from the rags of life to the riches of civilisation. Here she illustrates a tree that has no fear of the storm because the chaos of the storm is what develops and shapes her!

Photo: Alex Nuttall, Stratford Hall, VA

© Cristy Johnson Bowen / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Poetry -- "A Tree Was Planted"

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Indefinite Length, Part 4

5. Apr. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio

The man who sits alone at the second booth on the left just inside the main entrance to Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) has sandy-blonde hair, a thick set of matching blonde eyebrows, and an old, beat up pair of transition-lens glasses that still show a bit of gray, unable to fully clear up anymore. He had ordered a coffee, a water, and a slice of key lime pie two and a half hours ago, paid his tab, and refused any offers of refills. The waitresses thought the poor guy had been stood up at first, but as the time ticked by and other patrons emptied out, they began to worry for themselves instead. A trio of them goes to Charlee with their concerns.
"Boss, do you see that man over there at table 2?" asks the short brunette.
"He's been here ALL NIGHT," moans the tall, thin one.
"No, he just had coffee," the short one replies.
"He pay?"

FedEx Small Business Grant Contest

4. April. 2018 By Toney Herndon - Bio

Help, HELP, Help!!!  Emergency, EMERGENCY! Your assistance is required IMMEDIATELY.  URGENT.  OK, not really, but I’d really appreciate your help.  It’s been a while, so I’ll reintroduce myself.

I’m Toney Herndon, owner of Hard Times Skate Shop, located in Portsmouth, VA, Google us.

Recently we entered FedEx Small Business Grant Contest, and we could use your help with some votes.  In case you’re not familiar with Hard Times Skate Shop, here’s a quick run-down.  We’re like a quick escape from the up, and downs of everyday life.

We offer the latest skateboard necessities, apparel, and footwear from some of the most respected brands in skateboarding.  With simple objects, like a plank of wood, a set of metal trucks, and four plastic wheels, we’re able to teleport you from the stresses of everyday life.  It doesn’t matter if you’re old, young, or just looking for a new challenge.  We’re here to help you along the way.

Hard Times is retail therapy fo…

Making the Publishing Leap

04 April 2018 By Ken Poyner - Bio

My first book was “Cordwood”, brought out by 22 Press in 1985. Shortly after publishing my book, 22 Press folded, the publisher ran off with his secretary, and I started getting calls from the publisher’s wife, other 22 Press authors, and 22 Press creditors, all wanting to know if I had any idea of where he could have run off to. “Cordwood” was instantly out of print. An exciting first book debut.
My second book – more of a chapbook, actually – was “Sciences, Social”, 1995, from Palanquin Books, then an imprint of the University of South Carolina at Aiken Press. I suspect the University press is still there, but Palanquin Books most likely has evaporated. Nonetheless, there is at least one copy of “Sciences Social” on sale at Amazon, at twice its original asking price.
I took a while off. I had published perhaps 700 poems and stories in places like “The Iowa Review”, “The Alaska Quarterly Review”, “The Altadena Review” and many, many other venu…