Crispy crunchy crusty Zesty sour musty Smooth succulent sticky Hearty juicy fizzy Smoky nutty chewy Flakey fluffy gooey If you want to be a winner Printing food is what’s for dinner No haste no waste Just load the peptide paste Choose from sweet, salty, Sour, bitter, umami Combine them all You’ll have a ball At … Read moreMealtime Morality
Two pedestrians, looking at their phones, bump into each other. “Oops. Sorry I … Oh, wow! I did not expect … you.” “Oh shit! … Shit sorry, not shit. I’m just … surprised … too.” “Yeah … yeah. Very surprised.” “Really. Very. Shit. Yeah, you … how are you?” “Great … great. Really great. Never … Read moreThe Encouter
She arrived by sea In the belly of a ship Three little boys And a baby on her hip Little Mama Truckey Barely 4 foot two Kicked out of Europe Now she’s gunning for you. She had herself A sweet little gang Four little monsters For the price of a bang Satan’s boy scout troop … Read moreThe Truckey Boys
A farm family’s stormy middle child An out of season tornado Ready to rain blows On anything in his path. His parents Hoping to channel his Menacing energy Bought a third-hand tricycle Dented, chipped, and bent. Spinning furiously Vibrating with resolve Terry blustered Over Hardpan roads. His brother A would-be tricycle thief Suffered the dust … Read moreTerry the Tempest
Resting on a seabedA Japanese clay potTied to a ropeOffers refugeTo a shy octopus. The pot isPulled to the surfaceBut the octopusWill not attempt escapeFeeling safeInside the Takotsubo trap. Deep within a chestChambers of the heart weakenThen fail, and balloonTaking on the shapeOf a Japanese clay potResting on a seabed. Takotsubo syndromeTriggered by a sudden … Read moreOctopus Heart
“How’s his mood tonight?” the sword swallower asked, nervously fiddling with his knives and blades. “Does it matter? Do your act, get off the stage, and hope for the best,” the juggler said. “It beats digging potatoes in the snow.” “Do you think the Fool is doing okay?” the swallower asked. “I hear laughing, but … Read moreDost Thou Leg Break?
Hansel eyed the compost bucket on the counter in the break room. A few fruit flies twirled above it, caught in each other’s gravity. “Just tell me what you know!” The flies continued their dance, unperturbed by Hansel’s outburst. He stomped back to his corner office with twenty-foot walls of glass. He could see two … Read moreOn The Fly
Carl carefully measured the depth of each seed he planted. “Knuckle one, knuckle two, planting seeds is what you do,” he said as he poked his index finger into hundreds of holes. The perfect width and depth of the hole was precisely the distance from the tip of his finger to the middle joint. Working … Read moreSweet Obsession
Dozens of dangerous people wanted Helen dead. She ratted them out to save her father, a top crime boss cursed with six daughters and no sons. He hoped for a boy to carry on the family business but had to settle for Helen. Born fourth in line, Helen had no taste for girly things. She … Read moreFamily Values
The beeping started out quiet and high-pitched like the squeak of a violin strike, then grew louder and louder until Tommy had to reduce the gain on his radio or risk breaking the speakers in his tiny headphones. After the beeping peaked, the pitch would dropped like a slooping trombone, as the beeps faded into … Read moreThe Radio and the Russians