Our apartment in Stockholm had a blue kitchen floor, or so I am told. I was three when they brought me back to America, where both my parents were born. I wanted my blue…
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The Sun’s Going Down by Clifton Bates
It’s getting dark, the sun’s going down. Winter’s around the corner. Fields are turning brown. Won’t be long I’ll be a skeleton hobbling around trying to type with boney fingers carrying a cranium full…
What Happened by Clifton Bates
The snowball hit the baby The mortar missed the father But the snowball hit the baby. Image by: Nigel Wedge
Parrots in Alaska by Todd Flynn
My father is morbidly obese and diabetic. At 380 pounds, with ruined knees, the ex-athlete has traded cheers and adulation for gawks and whispers. He’s a carnival attraction, given wide berth, even in the…
I Confess by Clifton Bates
OK I confess I’m a mess I live alone but I digress. Really I’m a timber cruiser marking old growth. I’m a scout, a surveyor a little bit of both. Nahh, I’m just this guy…