Transistor Radio
A mere SNAFU is rapidly deteriorating into a FUBAR.
Stories — true, invented, or somewhere in-between.
A mere SNAFU is rapidly deteriorating into a FUBAR.
I was unprepared for the deeply satisfying click.
This sock represents everything I aspire to in the world.
It presides over us, thinking it’s in stealth mode.
The Questions’ name is a cheeky reference to Iverson’s nom de play, “The Answer.”
A magic finger that can make an electrified plank sing.
I look the Martian in the eyes for longer than I should.
The dummy jack was a sound art readymade.
When I look at the fish scaler, I see my family’s frugality and ingenuity.
The paper wallet still makes me laugh. And cry.
“How about you, Dave? Have you been baptized?”
Model building was considered nerdy, but I didn’t care.
Nabokov wrote a poem about her. Rilke mentioned her in his only novel.
I started flashing my teeth like a cheerleader in a yearbook headshot.