When I was growing up, there was a field not too far from us with a giant stone Minnie Mouse head in the middle of it that would scream “I’M NOT MINNIE MOUSE!” every other day or so. I wonder if anyone ever got around to doing anything about that…
Author: Jason T. Kocher
The dumbest of the bunch and a man of no importance. Move along...but I do like bananas, Perry Como, and long walks into walls. That's my perfect day really...in that order.
posts by Jason T. Kocher
That deep, dry hit when your spirit swallows… again… and again… and again. All, the same grey with edges still to navigate the weight. Behind parked cars, the pink hat of a little girl flits about with excited indecision and then floats… away… into the sky. There is a soft wash of another color in […]
Throwing his head back in laughter, Brett pulled his half-exposed leg out of the hot-tub, revealing a rusty, fleshy joint pulled from his body as one would find pulling apart a crab. Halfheartedly, he tried to stand it on the deck, letting it fall with a wet thud. The rest of the party fell silent […]
The letters fall off the blocks in my head. The words they once formed destroyed their own meaning and all I know of them is the echo of their dripping drops. My eyes bleed to obscure their source and the deterioration of my senses sends me through a heat I can sense in every way […]