Barabbas – Theresa Smith

Barabbas is late. I had a feeling about Barabbas. I have to admit I was seduced by his resume: Herodic palace guard, Oriental astrologer and, here’s the kicker, a speaking role as Pharisee 2 in Matthew 19:7. But here we are, the masses are screaming, the Son of God’s in shackles, Pontius Pilate has to leave at 6:30 – and no Barabbas.


From my desk,



Three from My Posey Taste Like – Alexandra Naughton

“you’re always thinking about big things”

you’re always thinking about big things. grand ideas. bigger than dinner plans. bigger than birthdays. schematics and semantics. like a secret code you know that i understand. like you think like me and want to listen to loud music. roll your windows down. you want to feel dizzy. you want to focus on something constant like a bell chiming in your head and it’s familiar like knocking without calling first and it makes you want to do things.



3 Chundered Bits from Also Sprach Sprague – Sprague Dawley

Korean Teens Pimp Out Their Grannies For Booze Money.

–Seoul Times–

Reports are coming through of enterprising Korean teens pimping out their grandmothers for fucken beer money.
“Root my whinging lemon-faced nana
so I can get on the piss.”
-enterprising Korean teen.

“My grandmother is old as shit but the rooting’s cheap” said one half pissfaced teen.



Little Suamoco – Ted Prokash

I recall my late teens and early twenties as a decidedly dissolute period in my development. My memories of that time are colored in Victorian hues. I spent my days drunk, half undressed, draped over dusty divans in an existential languor . . . with stage direction from Oscar Wilde.

Ha ha! Now you’re in on the joke. Now you have an inkling of the fog of stupidity that has obscured my path in life.