dennis scharnberg

“Do you play golf at all, Dennis?”

“Miniature golf. In my head.“

Marston Moore, Sweet Meteor of Death.

The doubt of the skeptic is directed only outward. It is a display.

Tanner Holtz, Remembering, an Introduction.

“You make me seem a horrible person,” uttered Tom, in a theatrical voice. “Well, maybe you are horrible,” replied Emily. Tom pretended to be stunned, before stating quite solemnly that he could produce at least a dozen people who would disagree firmly with that imputation.

Connor Archibald, Nothing in Particular.

“Ugly is the new beautiful,” whispered Tanner, so smoothly.

Deane Horsewald, Grift-O-Rama.