Archive for January, 2009
Some witch’s hour.
Saturday, January 31st, 2009The Muscle The Bone The Heart
The seen was set and the seen was thus: ice sculpturs in the shapes of well-bread K9s, lady’s with dimon earings, shandlears like Antartic glacers hanged in the air like Conan-hairs. Pure Hichcockian. Old men dressed in the nines bandied about there conversations of golf swinging, annie-lock breaks, and small [...]
The Catching of the Wolf.
Friday, January 30th, 2009Detective Josh Wolfcatcher grimaced at the dart’s board and through.
A dart flew threw the air like Owen Wilson in a fighter jet. ‘Cross the smoke filled detective office. Through the window, moon shined on the moonshine. On the table were Detective Wolfcatcher’s three favorite types of shots: Vodka, Burbon, and Mug.
Wolfcatcher stared at the mug [...]