"The stain on the cement stared back at me. I wanted to go home and get a
pail of hot water and wash it off. Several ants were grazing on it. I
looked around. Everything was the same as it had been a few days
earlier. The telephone booth. The newspaper boxes. The Six Points Plaza
across the street. The plaza was empty. Business was bad. Several of the
stores were abandoned. The stain was the only sign that something
terrible had happened."
Detective Sam Kelly is in the last days of a
long career. His final assignment is to investigate Joe Mackenzie's
complaint that neighbours are dumping garbage down his well. Kelly soon
discovers that many locals have vanished over the years. In every case
the disappearances lead back to the mysterious hole in Mackenzie's
backyard.
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Sunday, March 31, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
The Trailer
I have these awful
thoughts. In the middle of the night. When I can’t get to sleep.
Like a slide show. The planet. Devastated. Hardly a sign of life
except for the odd building on the landscape. And the sky is a deep
purple. Silver clouds drift by. And the land is black. Except for the
ditches where water runs red. There are leafless trees on the horizon
that look like crucifixes. And I’m the last person on the planet.
Except for a mysterious dark stranger. We’re the Adam and Eve of
the planet. And he’s a serial killer.
Friday, March 29, 2019
Life at the Rectory
I wanted to believe in something. I prayed. But all I could hear was the
echoed clang of a clapper against a bell. The bell ringer was dead. The
universe was empty… I was the miserable beggar on the street, my palms
slashed red with the cuts from freshly minted coins… I was the bitch,
the poor cur whining in the overheated parked car in the middle of the
afternoon in the middle of a parking lot in the middle of the suburbs… I
waited in the middle earth between paradise and suicide… I studied. I
studied with Plato in the coldness of his cave, huddled around the fire
as reality played out on the walls. I tried to find the sun but I could
never find the entrance to the cave… I argued with Sartre in a room with
no doors… I studied. Running along the streets of Copenhagen with
Kierkegaard as the Danish brats pelted us with stones and laughter. I
wanted to roast the little buggers over an open fire… I wept. Like hills
into ditches into an empty sky… I saw a lonely man hanging from a tree
and mistook him for Santa Claus. He looked down at me and smiled like a
drunk in an alley. ‘Follow me,’ he entreated. ‘Or buy me another glass
of wine. Or if you do not have any loose change, cut me down from this
tree where I have been abandoned by the wind.’
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Thursday, March 28, 2019
THE EXHIBITION
Like a Brueghel painting. Time turns on itself. Events are repeated
and altered. Characters both dead and imaginary appear. At the core of
the story is an exhibition of paintings. The paintings tell the story of
the moments before, after, and surrounding the events in Dealey Plaza,
on November 11, 1963. The assassination of John Kennedy. And amongst the
crowd that packs the exhibition at the Zig |Zag bar is a serial
murderer.
“I think you should have included those other pieces.” Sharmaine sipped her coffee.
“The assassination shots?”
Sharmaine nodded.
Willy shook his head.
“Jack said that they were too gruesome for his bar. He didn’t want his customers retching. The image of Kennedy’s brain’s splattered across Mrs. Kennedy’s face doesn’t run up the food bill. And the other one of Mrs. Kennedy trying to escape by crawling out over the trunk of the limousine. People still have to drive home. The third one, the autopsy of Kennedy was my favourite. I love the image of those doctors looking like Supreme Court judges dipping their fingers into the President’s head like it was a box of donuts.
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THE EXHIBITION
“I think you should have included those other pieces.” Sharmaine sipped her coffee.
“The assassination shots?”
Sharmaine nodded.
Willy shook his head.
“Jack said that they were too gruesome for his bar. He didn’t want his customers retching. The image of Kennedy’s brain’s splattered across Mrs. Kennedy’s face doesn’t run up the food bill. And the other one of Mrs. Kennedy trying to escape by crawling out over the trunk of the limousine. People still have to drive home. The third one, the autopsy of Kennedy was my favourite. I love the image of those doctors looking like Supreme Court judges dipping their fingers into the President’s head like it was a box of donuts.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
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The rain was black. Glistening asphalt like an engagement ring. Moon
shattered in the puddles of shame, shards in the faces of pools. Motor
oil slicks, cheap impressionistic cringes. Two dancers , Everest and
Edna McGuire. The gentleman wore white. His lover wore red, glided
across the parking lot. Glenn Miller was playing over the intercom that
blasted out into the cafeteria after the events in Sandy Hook. Everest
looked up to the heaven. Listen to those horns swing, he thought,
without noticing that the sky was empty.
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Monday, March 25, 2019
Sunday, March 24, 2019
Saturday, March 23, 2019
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD
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THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD
Edwin Drood dies. But why? His girlfriend never understood him. Though she feared for her life at times. His enemies were numerous. But would they kill one of their best dealers. Did he cheat someone in a drug deal? Or was it something else. About the world. About himself.
THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD
Edwin Drood dies. But why? His girlfriend never understood him. Though she feared for her life at times. His enemies were numerous. But would they kill one of their best dealers. Did he cheat someone in a drug deal? Or was it something else. About the world. About himself.
Friday, March 22, 2019
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