Criticism. Essay. Fiction. Science. Weather.
1A piece removed. 2Come eat it.
Or don't. 3Wine, Shoulder, Bolt, Socket. 4Mothbombs 5On the road with your only soul. 6One woman's trash is another woman's treasure 7Aliens! Right here in America! 8It's not as crazy as it sounds
or, music is as music does 91) Sign.
2) Hope for the best. 10A friendship in a bottle. 11A five-year-old tries his hand at action adventure. 12Will the circle be unbroken. 1390ways' first Quaterly Review rages on:
2 samples of Fiction. 14Muscles and fat.
A thin layer of sweat. 15Fiction goes serial.
Part 1 has sex and drugs.
You know you want to stay tuned. 16Our fiction serial concludes to cure your
vertigo from last week's cliff-hanger. 17An iced-out 21-speed sensation: The Moves are
all up on your handlebars. 18We're all in this together.
Except those bastards in administration. 19Jilted, laughed at,
and in the air. 20Swirling and swirling... 21You can't make yourself like them, but you have to pretend because they are your family. 22How well do jewel cases retain odor?
About as well as you stink. 23It's black and white. It's old world.
It's photo time. 24Piggy calls, wanting to sell you insurance.
This is what's on the other end of the line. 25A long pause, then, 26Fiction's Second Qaurterly Review
can speak Italian. 27It's only bread, after all. 28It's job search time at 90ways. 29George W. Bush's resting heart rate and a bum in a green sweater. 30Antique weaponry and teenage angst.
Together at last. 31One-hundred-fifty-three syllables
of October fun. 32there is only
self 33She's cold to the touch.
Cold and pebbly. 34Gut-wrenching love.
And wallabies. 35Building a habit out of ivies and orange flowers. 36A 90ways exclusive sneak peak at the
new and groundbreaking Alphabet Book. 37Type it with one hand and
see what happens 38A face any susbsitence farmer could love. 39The Quarterly Review: read it again for the third time. 40For every task, someone is the best.
Sometimes that's impressive. 41I didn't get a computer;
I moved to Indiana. 42A piece removed. 4390ways has new concerns about identity theft. Lock up the children and your sense of self. 44time. eyes. deep sighs. 45I know there's a place 4690 stars are born. 47I had to ask. 48It's about sex.
But isn't that always the way with classical music? 49The epistolary form in the 21st century.
Complete with neuroses and unpunctuation. 50There is no end to the party. 51Rockin to the sweet sounds of prepared food. 52Of or pertaining to. 53Including spaces, this blurb is 90 characters. Ways, words, characters. It is a leitmotif. 54Minnesota. Miami. Poetry in 90ways' Fiction.
It's the best of all worlds. 55It lives and breathes and is hungry for carnival food. 56A piece removed. 57The curtain is being pulled back... 58Up in the Fiction house! It's a bird. It's a plane.
It's an illustralogue! 59The hat, in all honesty, is a private matter. 60Putting up with all the doth. 6190words strike terror into the hearts of the longwinded. 62Return of the illustralogue! 63Take one down, pass it around,
blow your nose. 64A piece removed. 65The First Quarterly Review wants
you to meet its little friend. 66From our servers to your ear buds!
It's misguided enthusiasm, in podcast form! 67Questions for the man himself.
Plus, the podcast adventure continues. 68No one would ever use Starbucks
to define their identity. Right... 69Don't you remember the rose clipped under my windshield wiper like a butterfly under a pin? 70Oh, it's nothing.
Oh, it's life-threatening disease. 71It's not you. It's me.
And my Eurasian captors.
72Root, root, root for the brisk
sale of anything possible. 73Look within the very bowels of the soul.
Or at least your mother. 74We're not strangers any more. 75He knows of what he speaks. 76I find that often times I'm quite
mature enough to enjoy a few beverages. 77He is licking me.
I don't like it one bit. 78Our favorite stuff is coming 'round the mountain, again. 79A wooden-back brush and a homemade bowl of oatmeal. 80A man's home is his... 81Fack to the Buture. 82This dude pulled back on his nose
and mucus and unleashed a city. 83The polls are in. 93% of respondents do not approve of the monkeybone lodged in their lower lip 84Like a thirsty man in the desert 85Taxpayer dollars wasted on broken egg. News at eleven. 86She loves her red octopus.
She will chew it to death. 87Bubbling, gurgling, fighting a moment to stay afloat. 88Molting our pasts into the air... 89The Return of 90 Words 90It comes but once a... ever. 91Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, the end of the Fiscal Quarter. 92The 540 word circle is now unbroken. 93An emptying out of the animus, perceived as tranquility
94All roads lead to South Dakota. Or at least the I-90 does, anyway. 95He laid down his whittling knife and he and his brother took up arms in rage. 96Drinking manhattans made with a good bourbon, and strong. 97Living white and pudgy, I never expected much for myself. Now, I could tell that was true. 98A few gestural lines towards the thought of death. 99Rest in peace.
I know I will. 100And then we played baseball and then we played army and then we were best friends. 101We torn holes in sheets and became ghosts for each other's pleasures. 102I looked at the pictures of you, twenty years old,
sometimes skinny and sometimes your face a soft moon.
103Fingers clutching little trinkets of the day... 104All roads lead to South Dakota. Or at least the I-90 does, anyway. 105Everywhere signs of an interstice arriving. 106What you see and what you believe are two different things. 107It was as if a million literary ghosts poured from its pages, moaning to be set free. 108So what if too many times we have been here, both
lost in our machinations...
Lord of the Files
Four folks are sitting in an office working. Harry the supervisor comes in.
HARRY: Okay, folks. Just a few quick things this morning before we get rolling. First of all, this Saturday Jack and Martha have pulled on-call typist duty, send 'em a friendly email folks... they'll be here all weekend. Alright. Jerry in accounting won the free pizza from last week's riddler. That's three weeks in a row for accounting. Let's really hone in on that riddler this week. Go team. Super. We are running a little low on toner. Let's try to keep the copying to minimum. I did find seventeen enlargements of a Dilbert cartoon in the recycling bin this morning. Oh, and that reminds me, I found Geraldine's head skewered on a dull stick right next to the recycling. Okay, people. First of all, that sort of waste needs to go in one of the designated waste cans. Not the recycling bin. Secondly, Geraldine was a paid employee, folks. We really need to cut down on the intracompany deaths. Okay? Am I safe in assuming this was Matthew's handiwork?
EMPLOYEE1: Yeah. He came tearing out of the copy room screaming something about a wild beast and a little later I heard Geraldine scream.
HARRY: Alright. Look, I know this is awkward but in the future you really should consider intervening or at least reporting this sort of thing to a supervisor. I know, I know, nobody likes a tattle tale. And it might seem like something personal, but as soon as they bring it into the office, it becomes our business, folks.
EMPLOYEE2: Um, Matthew also hasn't been carrying his fair share of the Dudley report. We're supposed to be working on it together. He hasn't done anything so far.
HARRY: Okay. Okay. I'll talk to him. He's just coming off this emotional leave. Maybe having a little trouble... settling in. I'll talk to him. Okay, folks. Let's insure some people.
Employee3 gets up to go to the bathroom. Matthew walks in calmly and goes to sit at his desk.
HARRY: Matty, could I have a word with you?
MATTHEW: Sure thing, Harry.
HARRY: Okay, now Matt. You've heard about Geraldine? Yeah, decapitated. Now, I don't want to point any fingers here... and I realize you're coming off some hard times... look, if you did do it -- and I'm not asking, so don't get all defensive -- but if you did... well in the future, I hope you would feel that you could come talk with me if you were feeling... at all homicidal. I think of myself as a friend as well as a supervisor. Does that seem fair?
Matthew suddenly grabs the glasses off of Harry's face and runs away.
HARRY: Phhhhhhhhhh. Some times I feel like I'm just not reaching any of these people. Okay, folks? Has anyone noticed anything strange about Matthew this morning? Anything at all. It may have seemed like nothing at the time, but maybe when we add up these pieces we'll, uh, be able to see a bigger picture.
EMPLOYEE4: Well, this morning, at the water cooler, every time I started to say something Matt would shove a conch shell into my hands. I didn't really think much of it at the time but...
HARRY: No, no, you were right to share. Thank you. My guess, is -- and this is just sort of a smattering of pop-psychology here -- but Matthew seems to think he's a character, or characters, in William Golding's timeless novel Lord of the Flies. I suppose we might have guessed this sooner after last month's unfortunate Lolita episode. I think we can all agree that was pretty much the worst Take Your Daughter to Work Day ever. Hindsight is 20/20, I suppose.
Employee3 runs in.
EMPLOYEE3: Matthew set the library on fire!
EMPLOYEE2: Figures. He finally goes to the library and it's to set it on fire. Ever heard of research!? Jesus!
HARRY: Alright, alright. Tempers are running high. Understandably. Let's just give Matthew some space and try to talk to him as adults once everyone has cooled off a little bit. In the meantime I'm going to get the emergency boulder out of my office and see if I can drop it on him. But you all do not need to worry about this. Okay? You get on those phones and sell some insurance. You're in good hands! Alright!
Harry rushes out and his employees, motivated and calmed, reach for the phones.