Still tinkering with fiction

Today it's our second collaboration attempt, Confessions of the Flying Baked Potato. I'm sort of just stuck with fiction-writing for now—happens around once every ten years so I try not to complain.

Here's a ticklish excerpt:

           On June 15, the lipstick smudges on the coffee cups changed. A man spoke through his beard. We heard him through the pipes. Everyone called him Milt behind his back because he was a regular: pea soup for breakfast, pea soup for lunch, chickpea soup for supper. In short, one of those fairy tale figures that keep princesses awake at night.
           For the first time in twenty years, Milt didn’t come alone. He suddenly asked the cook to bring on the MSG, a touch of wine, sweet meats. He wanted to impress his date by showing he can take the menu-of-the-day like a man. I realize I’m jumping to conclusions. But the fact remains that Milt was, and perhaps still is, a virgin. Everyone said you could see it by how he applied aftershave lotion on the old pick-up’s leather seats.

Recent acceptance:

Mannequin Envy accepted 4 poems:

• Face out of the Blue
• Dust Addressing Its Lover
• The Butcher Unburdens His Heritage
• The 19th Secret Love Poem

for their fall 2006 issue. Incidentally, Rachel and Michi have delish poems in the current issue. Check 'em out.

     Submission date: 13 May 2006
     Reply date: 26 June 2006

Today's child in the mist is Sarah's Miles:


I have feeling this where Michi will go: "My, my, my! What a hairy face you've got, Sarah."