Storm Clouds Gather
We are all young and tan.
Flash Fiction
Mick Foley Falls Through an Announcers Table While I Fall Asleep
He didn’t really capture the hearts and minds of many in terms of his physical prowess.
Notes from a Spatula
I knew the woke mob would come for me one day.
Wedding Spoon
Until then we’d used my bachelor utensils, a lightweight set inherited from a former roommate, provenance unknown.
Lesbian God Says To Let It Go
God’s bangles chime as she gestures around her.
Spill Your Guts
And then she took a breath and went into the bathroom.
Our Grill Dad, Who Art in Barbecue Heaven
Scholars have uncovered shocking new evidence of a gross mistranslation of ancient texts which could shake the very foundations of religion worldwide.