Category: Guest Authors

I’ve Got Nothin by John Musico

I’ve Got Nothin
by John Musico

I was given this life sized brass hand ashtray, which rests palm up. I set it down on a table and immediately was uneasy with it. What angle should it be positioned at? Any angle seemed awkward. But it bothered me more than that. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then, it came to me. The image of an out stretched hand palm up is the uncomfortable image of a beggar pressing you for a handout. So, I put a quarter in the palm and named the ashtray, turned sculpture; “The Beggar.” Now it’s supposed to make you uncomfortable.

Eating by John Musico

Eating
by John Musico

Eating is so routine that you never stop to think
about what eating really is. Molecules form any variety of tangible conglomerates, including eatable ones: food. Your body then breaks them down again into the food’s component parts, and then reassembles them into constructs of choice. A steak replaces a broken fingernail etc. Anything, not digestible: is food for the bacteria that live in harmony in your guts, and they do the same thing. Living creatures are transformation factories, using food as their substrate and reforming it into a useful form. Food itself in its unadulterated form is totally useless.

Value by Rick

We, as men, place to high a priority on all the wrong things when assessing the qualities of women. We see them as objects to possess, not as people. We give overly high priority to a beautiful face … a slender body … attractive hair. Scrub off that make-up … cut that hair down to about an inch long and you are basically looking at a skinny boy (albeit with boobs) …

Powder and paint make a gal what she ain’t!

The true value of a woman isn’t how she looks, but, how she makes you feel …

Feeling loved is everything in life!

Underground by J.C.

Underground

He awoke to a pain that felt as if his head would split in two.
As he opened his eyes the darkness overwhelmed him.
He tried to get up yet the pain made it absolutely impossible.
He tried to scream, but pain and fear snatched the sound.
He continued to come in and out of consciousness and with it came fragments of memory.
His penthouse suite,
His lover,
His wife, the fight they had that led to physical blows when she found out.
Then, the realization that she had done this him, she had left him here to die…
underground.

Lady Blue – Thanksgiving Etiquette

Thanksgiving Etiquette
by Blue Potato

Cranberry wine
Is quite fine
When I dine
On smoshed bloopids with quince

But don’t cross the line
If you feel inclined
To share that wine
With a Dromedary prince

For an undulate mammal
Show manners for the camel
For you may trammel
An animal’s freedom if you ask them to rinse

I must say
Having had a camel over for a day
You may want to pray
He doesn’t turn your garden to mince

So for your Thanksgiving feast
You can invite the geese
And the farm animals, at least
But you may think twice
about inviting the mice.