I really enjoy potatoes


In the Privacy of the Home by Mark Stand

photo by Kloipy. Poem by Mark Stand

In the Privacy of the Home

You want to get a good look at yourself. You stand before a mirror, you take off your
jacket, unbutton your shirt, open your belt, unzip your fly. The outer clothing falls from
you. You take off your shoes and socks, baring your feet. You remove your underwear.
At a loss, you examine the mirror. There you are, you are not there.

Of the Fire: A Short Story


Story by Kloipy (Seth Dombach)

She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. Her first inclination was to rush back inside. The sunlight was too bright and her eyes burned in a whitewashed haze. She was startled by the sound of an ailing engine as a car sped down the road toward the town. The smell outside was at once sweet and acrid. To her left, and behind the tree line, black towers of smoke rose up into the sky smothering the bright blue of the afternoon. She listened as the wind picked up and could start to see the first orange licks of the fire pushing it’s way through the woods. She stooped down to pull her slippers off, resting her hip against the railing of the porch. She was aware of her toes and the way the wood felt underneath them. Feeling each footfall, she made her way down the steps and out on to the grass which was soft and still a bit damp from the morning. Continue reading

Road Rage: Why Driving is Driving me Insane

I have a problem with Road Rage. I can’t help it. I’m usually a very low-key, slow to anger type of person. However, when I get behind the wheel I turn into some steroid-addled Hulk wannabe. Now, I don’t go out of my way to hurt someone or even flip the bird, but what I do is loudly provide some commentary inside my car or give the ‘I know what you did’ glare. People driving past me must think I’m insane. My windows are up and my eyes are bugged out and my lips are constantly forming expletives.

With that said, here are some reasons why I should see some Drive-Angry Therapy Continue reading

Once Upon my Life: The Thunderstorm


*note* this will be a new series of features written from stories from my life if anyone has any desire to read that.


It is so strange when we get that feeling. The feeling that is called up from our past by some random event. Sometimes it is a seeing a picture or reading something that had been forgotten. For me it is all about the setting. A moment that seems to be constructed just in order to make you remember. You never know when it is going to sneak up on you but it is unmistakable like a whisper in your ear. Sometimes it is like being an archeologist in your own mind. Dusting off the subconscious and trying to make sense of the hieroglyphics on the wall. And I love the feeling; it is the most pleasurable nostalgia. Continue reading