« Pop Quiz! | Main | Tired, Hungry Love »



Love this.


In either event, I imagine he'll keep staring east, paying me no mind at all.

Successful zombie sets out his snare.

Larry Jones

Nice piece, BG. Don't let this out, but you are under consideration for the Larry Jones Prize for Literature.

blue girl

Woah. So honored!


Ahh, give him a wave next time, somewhere under that gloomy gaze a person lurks. You might just make his day.

Dan Leo

Damn, imagine what he has to put on his income tax form as 'occupation'.


You have to wonder how those types of promotions make people want to eat at your establishment.


People really should wave to each other more, anymore.

Dan Leo

I just remembered this sad and beautiful poem by Stevie Smith:

"Not Waving But Drowning"

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

blue girl

Sad poem, Dan, and somewhat appropriate. Yesterday he was waving in the rain mixed with snow.

zombie rotten mcdonald

I'm waving at all of you.

blue girl

Waving back, ZRM! Flapping my four fingers up and down really, really fast...

The comments to this entry are closed.

My Photo