Saturday, September 29, 2012

C.D. Tolliver

As a follow-up to:
“A Letter of Apology” by C.D. Tolliver
Dear Mr. Charles:
Sorry for the type-Os. Hopefully, no one will notice it says you “studded a broad”, “majored in Pubic Affairs” and “matricided at State” with a “Bachelor o Farts”. Or that you’re an “alumna”.
Sincerely apoplectic,
Professional Curriculum Vitae & Resume Services
I humbly submit the following:
“The Charles Dissertation” by C.D. Tolliver 
“Judiciously Observed Deleterious Effects of the Gaseous Byproducts of Fermentation of Colloidal Cole and Leguminous Crops in an Anaerobic Culture Released with Liquified AlliumDerivatives as an Aerosol in an Enclosed Office Environment”

Matthew Lowe

Once upon an Aesop, the starving fox jumped up and seized the grapes. They were not sour at all. Then she choked to death. The moral of the story is plain: fuck fables.

And then with a wave of his powerful writing tablet, Aesop cast down a plague upon the blasphemous writer from his seat on high. The moral of the story: don't fuck with Aesop.

Thank you to Jester Queen and her awesome blog:

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Blind by Matthew Lowe

And the human race had expanded and swallowed the planet. Every resource, every space, used to the point of extinction. The Earth's fate it seemed had been written in stone. Wars had ended. Peace was universal. But the price of this human accord had been expansion and advancement at such a rate that the world was used up. It seemed as though the cost of universal peace was a slow death for all the people of the Earth.

Then someone had an idea. Some said it came from our most trusted leaders. Some said it came from the mouth of a small child. But where it came from was irrelevant. The decision had been made. Earth would be saved. Every man, woman, and child but one were given, at random a small pill to take. Half the pills were white. Half red.

This one man, selected for no reason in particular was not given a pill. He was separated from his family and friends and placed in a small room. The room contained 2 doors. One black. One white. Both were labeled as exits. The man was told to remain in the room for 3 days. Then he was to leave through whichever door he wished. His blind choice would kill half the human race, solve the population problem, and destroy him.

The man walked out into a world that both praised and despised him. Who hadn't lost a loved one, a wife, a child, a brother, in the massacre? But now humanity would continue. We were saved. This man held a burden no man was meant to bear. So as the days ticked by a decision was made. Not by our most trusted leaders. Not by a small child. But by the man who had both saved the human race and destroyed his own humanity. This man would leave the Earth that he had saved on his own terms, in his own time, in his own way.

That man is me.


Sunday, September 23, 2012

Matthew Lowe

The ground was damp. That odor of mud hung in the air. I watched as the coffin slipped into the ground. My son and wife by my side. My father in the box.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Father Tang

Of all the seas of love the corsair's wandr'ing lust would sample,
The last, most famed is this affair: becalmed by one whose ample
Charms did still his sheets, the villain anchored fast to port
And there was taken, hanged at fort! A boucaniers' example.

C.D. Tolliver

Tragic Amplitude, Terminal Bliss

Julian slurred through his wired jaw. “I was composing a sonnet to Roma’s charms, when she asked, 'Does this make me look fat?' and the words 'No, it enhances your ample physique.' escaped. "

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Au Jus Trium [et Triginta] Rerum [aut Verborum] by C.D. Tolliver

A tribunal of testy triffids tried troublesome trefoil tripodes, tripped up a triad of trivial triceratopsians and trapped tricorned Trinitarian tractarians at trial. “Treble damages,” trumpeted the triumphant triumvirs triunely, a triple play.

Virginia Walters

“Veni, Vici, vidi,” he wrote on the chalkboard, then turned and smiled, blue eyes crinkling at the corners, lips bowed. “No one studies Latin these days,” he grinned, dimples deepening.

I understood perfectly.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Trifextra, week 32 by Virginia Walters

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
The crosshairs found their mark but once again the lens clouded. She wiped it clear then shouldered the rifle. If she pulled the trigger, life would change. Tears gathered as her finger tightened.

Where Strands of Glass by C.D. Tolliver

She wondered when had life become a Webb Pierce song – wondering where you are tonight; wondering if you are all right; wondering if you think of her – as she filled up the glass.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Three Words by C.D. Tolliver

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about Texas A&M University - 

"Terrible Mistake".

Saturday, September 1, 2012


In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about kids: sticky and loud.

by b303tilly

Virginia Walters

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about traveling: nowhere like home.

Virginia Walters