dennis scharnberg

Sex as honesty.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

Kevin tried to sound pretentious.  He tried and tried.  All the summer long.  He referred to this as “aiming.”

Jonathan Steed,  Down Under.

be leaving

Andrew Tertullian,  Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

Modernist art has always been all or nothing.  That is the proposition, for artist and viewer alike.

Gunnar Grimes,  The Persistence of Vision.

Reggie is a ne’er-do-well, don’t you see?  A ne’er-do-well of Dickensian proportions.

Sebastian Sleeve,  The Random Walk and Other Stories.

All eyes on her.  An admiring audience.  A dream come true it is.  Until it becomes tiresome.

Tate LaBianca,  Four and Twenty Blackbirds.

Because of dusk, neither day nor night can exist.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

“You’re getting it all wrong, Tom,”  laughed Mr. Mullinax.  “What future was ever foreseeable?”

Michael Margate,  The Shadow Path.

“Was that a logical argument?” Ted wondered.  “Or an episode of taunting?”

Devona Twilly,  Shallowness, a Novel.

Jayne is a model, you see.  Her eyebrows are the largest thing about her.

Diana Moone,  Living Well.