dennis scharnberg

halve hope

after math

Andrew Tertullian,  Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

The only way to rediscover is to forget.

Paul Uccelo,  The Enigma of the Box.

The words that Brenda cannot bear to say to herself:  “Shut up.”

Gladys Huizinga,  Hard-Luck Dennis.

“Every once in a while an artist comes along who is….”  What does it mean, this “comes along”?

Clinton Arbogast,  The Saints of Painting.

Some matters they did not want to express in the vulgate—the tongue of profit and loss, of body openings, of odors.  For this role, they turned to Latin.

Gaylord Perry III,  Walls of Magnus Martyr.

The dissidents were quite possibly the majority.  Even a substantial majority.  But they had no way of knowing it.

Clem Tartessos,  Designing the Past.

Typescript:  deus ex machina.

Callista Ralph,  Alphabet Soup.

More dividends of self-consciousness:  “Am I interested in X, or am I just pretending to be?”

Jason K. Broadus,  The Ice of My Dreams.

Lynda has resumed work on a definitive list of “things in her life” and how she feels about them.

Darko Rivenbark,  Snapshots.

“Remember, anxiety is understandable,”  announced Dr. Winthrop.  “No it isn’t,” I muttered.

Clifford Apogee,  Draining the Pools and Other Stories.