News Flash! “The Bomb” is now an Ask Me: SINGLE!

I’m on another podcast. Hooray! Here’s another version of my story The Bomb, but with a very flattering introduction from the wonderful David Crabb as a delicious base layer. It’s a “single” from the Ask Me Stories podcast. I’m still high from this performance. The audience was so fucking great. In fact, I think we were all high from whatever they’re pumping into the air at Axis Theatre. Ask Me Stories is a quality show, and their podcast is also full of good stuff — so go forth and attend and listen and subscribe accordingly.

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The Bomb

Take two. I performed this story for the second time on Tuesday at Ask Me Stories. Now I understand what it means to “get energy from an audience.” I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed performing it for them.

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Barbara and Bill

Barbara dropped the needle and the room was filled with the voice of Bill Cosby doing a routine about dentists. He was funny. His audience was laughing, most of my classmates were laughing. But I wasn’t laughing. I was looking at the clock, watching the minutes slip away.

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Zombie! Boyfriend!

I become aware of a shambling figure off to my left, headed straight in my direction. I know rationally that it’s my boyfriend, but some irrational zombie-fearing part of me takes over and I can only perceive him as an attacking ghoul.

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Subject Appears Anxious (Bonus Tracks)

Conclusions: Enforced relaxation may create paradoxical effects, especially when experienced in sensually stimulating and vertiginous surroundings. This phenomenon has been demonstrated in a prior PET scan study. Cf. Increased Amygdala Activity Demonstrated in Anxious Sub-Sets of Over-Privileged Populations in Luxury-Oriented Environments (J.M. Humphries et al., 1975).

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Encomium for a Cat (Guest Post)

I will look for her. Julie asks me where she has gone. Neither of us knows. Nowhere, I guess. Here in this house. Behind the curtains. Beneath the couch. She has rubbed her scent on every door jamb. On the legs of every chair. I live in her territory.

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