Aaron Echoes August
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The Marbles of God
I felt the breath of God in Santeeby the shores of Lake Marionthe spiders like aliensweaving webs the size of quiltswhite and silk tapestries of insect threadjungle creatures with big, black eyesand I looked to the skyovercast and clouds a boilingthe wind blew through the treetopsknocking the leftover rains from their leavesthe brush as thickas… Continue reading
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The Lobster Guy (Ten)
“I want ice cream, not toothpaste. I think I’ll go with the cherry chocolate delight in a sugar cone please,” Truman decided. Continue reading
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Karen’s Volcanic Cakehole
The world is way bigger than you and your phone problems, Karen. Get your head out of your ass and take a look around. Continue reading
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The Lobster Guy (Nine)
“And if you were truly my friend, you wouldn’t force such a thing upon me. I’m not a killer. I’m a lover of lobster. I’m a lover of life!” Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (American Soil)
I smelled like the remnants of a wild fiesta. Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Dragon)
It was as if I was somehow always on the precipice between darkness and light and could just not get my leg over that highest rail. Continue reading
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The Crowns of Pluto (2.)
There are times that I feel as if I’m just filling in the gaps between birth and death. But then I thought about it deeply and realized that is what we are all doing. Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (A Mexican moon)
Those barriers, those watch towers, those rows of razor wire are grim reminders of human selfishness, the God negative and gluttony, hypocritical pride and the suffering in its wake. Continue reading
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The Lobster Guy (Eight)
“I don’t know if I can go back to his table,” Maggie said. “He’s crushing my positive Red Lobster vibe, and I’m just not okay with that.” Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The First Instinct)
I told him I wanted to go to Juarez. He asked why. I told him I wanted to submerge myself in the various arts of indecency. He asked why. I thought about it, and I couldn’t tell him why. Continue reading
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