There are a lot of bumps on the road to easy street. Lucky numbers: 43, 17, 23, 39, 13 Clark stood at the pleximass glass reinforced window of his office on the 43rd floor staring out at a projection of the city. The picture was a pristine: a clear blue…

My wife asked me if I’m done with the job. It’s a fair question. I’ve been done with a lot of jobs in the past. Since it’s the slow season… nearing the end of it, anyway… the work has been out of town. Basketball. Country music concerts. One rodeo. It’s…

Become acquainted with every art. — Miyamoto Musashi I wasn’t raised to hunt or forage outside the fluorescent matrix of a grocery store. This wasn’t an intentional slight; my old man grew up with victory gardens and having to feed my grandfather’s hunting dogs before he ate… because the dogs…

Now is a lucky time for you — take a chance. Luck numbers: 4,6,14,19,26 Calvin checked his watch: 14:26. It was still keeping approximate time since he cleaned the movement. True, it was an old watch. It had been his grandfather’s watch. Not many people knew he still had it…

Got my final rejection two days ago. I wasn’t terribly surprised. Other than a few independent publications that don’t have a hang up with publishing work already posted on a blog or in social media, I’ve more or less quit submitting. There was a time when I took it personally…

The thing about sobriety is that unless you’re living and wrestling with it, it has no meaning outside of what you learn watching television. Sobriety, regardless of how recovery literature tends to describe it, is a subjective experience. The boundaries and geography vary depending on who is walking and drawing…

“Look for the dream that keeps coming back.” Lucky Numbers: — Susan opened her eyes. She as immediately disoriented. It is always like this. Every day that interrupts her sleep tends to feel like some dark turn her dreams take without her permission. The sound of rocks pelting everything outside…

Every artist was first an amateur. Lucky Numbers: 4, 56,12,45,50,54 The gallery wasn’t as busy as she would have liked. Prospective just wandering around, looking. Pointing. Comparing. It’s not like buying a fucking car, she thought, waving a caterbot over for her 4th glass of wine. All the signs were…

In the van back coming back from a gig in Bloomington, Indiana, one of the guys on the crew, talking about a woman also on the crew, called her “bougie.” The guy is one of those who always works. He’s always on the crew. At some events, he’s a supervisor…