Catapult Alumni
I Love Men
And why you should too. My response to I Hate Men in the New York Times.
Piecing It Together
I wish I hadn’t cheaped-out. If I had just brought all of the video tapes instead of a select few to be transferred I would have the video I’m in need of right now. I picked out births and christenings, when I’m really in need of “pick of the litter footage”. I thought I had […]
On Not Being Bipolar
Perhaps the world did understand me, if only in that I felt broken and psychiatry agreed I was.
Hideaway Road
Is it a place to hide? A place to heal? A place to quarantine? Or a forever member of the family?
Pot Roast from Vance Godbey’s
The Hayloft on Jacksboro Highway didn’t have an outside light over the door, let alone a pole light in the parking lot. The sign atop the dilapidated building was barely recognizable as a sign at all, being as it was only half a sheet of rotted plywood on which Inez’s third husband, Dick, had scribbled […]
The Red Moon
My father turned into the driveway a little too fast, just like he always did. The Studebaker’s engine growled and the spring shocks squealed as my mother held her breath and closed her eyes, and my brother and I bounced in the back seat, almost hitting our heads on the roof. It was a Sunday […]
Shadow Boys
The shadow boys live in the Fort Worth & Denver City rail yard amongst the empty cars and tool shacks. When the freight men shuffle the cars or ransack the shacks for parts, tools, or machinery, the boys scatter like rats in a woodpile. The freight men seldom give chase because the boys are far […]