Blessed Are They ~ fiction by Katrina Byrd
Originally posted on The Disappointed Housewife:
We were worried. It was late evening. The sun was about to set. The sky hung over the Wednesday night crowd like a mat…
The lost ones …
I posted that piece of mine, “6 stillborn novels,” over at The Housewife the other day, in which I collected the opening paragraphs of six books I’ll never be able … Continue reading
6 stillborn novels ~ fiction by Kevin Brennan
Originally posted on The Disappointed Housewife:
1 The first time he was aware that his brother was somehow installed inside him, like a piece of covert software or a pacemaker,…
If Chicago weren’t so horny …
I love this stripped-down version of “25 or 6 to 4,” which lacks the horns. The guitar solo is especially swell, but that bass line is pretty groovy too. Sometimes … Continue reading
More hidden verse from obscure sources …
Another intrepid verse miner has dug through a novel by Harry Castlemon called Rodney the Overseer from 1892. I don’t know how she stumbled upon the poem, or even upon … Continue reading
Dem bones, Dem bones …
I can’t decide: Are the Dems hapless or feckless? Do they lack more hap or more feck? Seriously: Why does it feel like the they got played again? I mean, … Continue reading
Spellbinding stuff at The Housewife
You’ll want to pop over to The Disappointed Housewife today to feast your brain on a remarkable “text collage” assembled by a fellow name of Hanuszkiewicz Marcin. It’s definitely an … Continue reading
All aboard!
Well, after a week, The Disappointed Housewife has attracted a grand total of 31 followers. That’s a fine start, but if we’re going to get high-quality submissions we’re going to … Continue reading
Five Pentagraphs ~ poetry by Kevin Brennan
Originally posted on The Disappointed Housewife:
1 I paid the entrance fee To Elvis Aaron Presley’s mortal Grave, there in Memphis, Tennessee. What did I learn there? He was thee…
A Shakespeare sonnet edited for modern Americans ~ poetry by Wim Leflore
Originally posted on The Disappointed Housewife:
Sonnet XX* A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; You look hot, girl. A woman’s…
WHAT THE HELL 