Writer Q & A with Mike Knittel : Between Two Crabapple Trees — (Mike’s responses to my interview questions are in bold) First, a few things you should know about Mike — — It needs to be said: With the aid of Debrox and one of those rubber syringe thingies, I just managed to detonate a massive ball of earwax that has been…

Borrowing from Lewis Black — During the Trump regime, like most Americanos, I was on a steady diet of Nutella on sour dough toast, coffee and news briefings with Trevor Noah, Seth Meyers, Jon Oliver, SNL, and Allan Ishac. Allan Ishac - Medium Read writing from Allan Ishac on Medium. Bestselling Author. Satirist, Humor Writer at MuddyUm and The Haven. Former…medium.com After Trump’s 417 pound body was dragged, kicking and screaming, from the White House, where an…

short — We’re not sure what nation celebrates this. Let’s just pretend it’s Scotland. Hence, the Scotch in butterscotch. If ye donnae finish yer haggis, you cannae have yer puddin. Confess your piracy to el jefe day. i stole day-old baked potatoes from the gold dust west. i was hungry. i played lose slots on the way out and won megabucks. then i was run over…

¡Feliz Cumpleaños! — Queen Raine is easily entertained. Pretty pictures. Precious gems. Beheadings by Robert Gowty, her favorite past time. Watching her moat keeper, Patrick Eades on his morning rounds second. Searching the web for shirtless men a close third perhaps. Musicians. Shirtless musicians. Shirtless musicians performing on downtown rooftops. Shirtless musicians performing…

I made the mistake of telling my seven-year-old niece and her friend that you are now posting on Medium.coma. Of course she wanted me to print out your stories to share with her. The internet has been down in Calzoncillos since the Patrick Eades of March, so I’ve been taking…

exquisite corpse : pt. 1 expanded version : awc entry — I look around, there’s a chest in the room. The girls know they’re supposed to have all their personal belongings outta the rooms when they’re gonna be gone for more than ten days in case Madam Georgia needs the space for some one else. Only VIP’s can leave their shit…

. . . you can’t walk around the hood anymore with a dark sense of humor and a — (1) mattock (2) pitchfork (3) yard debris dumpster because a visitor from across the border at your neighbor’s house will call (1) the sheriff (2) his mum (3) no one. Cell phones don’t work here. He’s out of luck as I, the self-proclaimed ax murderer, stroll casually by. Pretend you…

The Prototype — Handwritten note on the card: The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful. Top left corner: Is Calzoncillos a good place to live? Not anymore. It’s been Californicated for two years too long. There are skid marks in the once pristine high desert(ed) valley. On the front: A flagpole with…

Earth, Wind and Fire, Water and Slaughterhouses — OCTAVIA EVER AFTER’s recent post reminded me that more than a favorite month, “September” is a fun song. A song you can’t just sit and and listen to. A song for movin and groovin, mesmerized by the bright colors, big smiles, smooth lyrics, the horns. . . One of those…