When Teachers Have Guns or The 15 Minute School Day
Mr. V., are you drunk? Or are you just really unqualified to teach?
Is This a Poem?
I went back to my drink and prepared to pout when I noticed her grinning, and like a stream of internet porn, her smile was endless.
Letter Wars
In the early pages of Charlotte Bronte’s novel Jane Eyre, the young Jane is whacked upside the head by a book. A book hurled by her evil cousin and proving the hypothesis that words can hurt. This scene got me thinking—what better way to kill a fictional character than by beating her to death with […]
Why I Stopped Riding Horses
My body lies splattered on rocks beneath the cliff where I was thrown from my horse. I’m dead, but my death needs confirmation. And from a professional. The doctor finally arrives. He observes and then speaks. “This person here . . . and over there . . . and there . . . is dead—D-E- […]
Thinking About Moore, Montana
Moore, Montana is a town so small that if you were to put a motorcycle ramp on either side, Evel Knievel could’ve jumped it. He would’ve crashed, of course, but not until after clearing the town. If you were to take time-elapsed photography of the town of Moore and wait patiently for the next hundred […]
