dennis scharnberg

woe is me

Gloves are a warming thing.

My browser is the one called Bing.

I stripped the mitten off my right hand,

I played drums in a high school band.

I now dwell in a churning ring of liars,

I would turn it round with a golden pair of pliers,

So it turns, turns, turns,

That bunch of tires, that bunch of tires.

Patrick Malmsey, Verse.

dive bomber crash

With psychology, it is all or nothing. One “psychologizes” everything—not just this or that.

Desmond Urquhart, The Unsocial Sciences.

sleeping rough again

“Okay, class. Imagine you’re an airplane flying overhead. And you can write messages in the sky. What words would you inscribe? Elizabeth? Tell us your message.”

Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.

out in red

He seemed to be saying, “Look! I am a clown, dancing for your entertainment.” But no one was ever actually entertained by a circus clown. That’s an established fact. And is easily proved.

Clifford Apogee, Draining the Pools—A Collection of Stories.