dennis scharnberg

“Tears are an emulsion, Glenda.  An emulsion.”

Brendan Shaughnessy,  Lobsters and Clams, a Novel.

Building and destroying are the same.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

Under the larger sign was this legend:  Wisdom for a Modest Fee.

Mark Anthony,  The Tale of the Mirror.

“We are the future the Founders chose,” murmured old man Carter.

Roger Penberthy,  A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.

He later admitted that he had been so desperately lonesome that he wrote letters to himself.  And posted them.

Chadwick Graves,  One Damned Thing After Another.

“And whom did Huddleston despise?” asked the Narrator.  “Anyone with intellectual pretensions.”

Chadwick Graves,  Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.

The Eleventh Commandment:  “Admire thyself.”

Mills Verbruggen,  The Isle of Dogs.

Today in art [2012], we are at the swarming insect phase of activity.  The bones of the carcass are almost bare.

Hill Boothby,  The Dazzling Realm of Almost.

“No, Harold,” said Mr. Silas, “the harm done does not interest them.”

Douglas Cristobal,  Feel the Logic.

“I am insane,” confided Jessica.  “Yes, I am.  But it’s the good kind of insanity.”

Benedict Elder,  A Cosmopolitan Paradise.