Help WantedJimmy glanced at his reflection through the steam of his coffee. The lump under his right eye had started to shrink. He knew that it was still going to be one hell of a bruise before it disappeared completely, but at least the lump was shrinking. He tore his gaze from the surface of his black coffee and turned his ... More..
"Look Jared, I don't care about your promises, I heard four years full of promises as a Criminal Justice major in college. I care about my money. You owe me this month's protection fee and I'm going to get it before the fire drill starts."I ran my hand through my thinning hair. Jared was still going to try arguing with me. T... More..
It was just starting to get comfortable, playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends and not hiding the fact from the general public. We played openly, in plain site of people as they walked by and paid us only a cursory glance. They saw dice, they saw books and they saw the Dungeon Master with his viking-esque long hair and... More..
We've all had encounters with watercolor painting whether it was in an elementary school art class or our mothers getting us out of the way for an hour or so by sitting paint and brushes in front of us and telling us to be quiet. These sessions of painting may have been the hook that interested you in watercolor or the annoya... More..
On this muddy beachWhere the water has goneThe sun does not shine.And the airAlways cold.It was in this placeThat we spilled the bloodOf a love gone black.A love hated in privateForced in publicLike a tight garmentWornNot for comfortBut fashion.For show.Lasting imagesOf night long quarrelsTraded blowsAre contained in these pu... More..
The role of the artist has never been concrete; it may be as abstract as Pollock or as momentary and fleeting as the glimpses of life given to us by Monet. This is because art as a whole is not something that can be defined, graded, stamped for public consumption and then set out for everyone to see and understand. Art is con... More..
Davey was a good boy. He helped his mother everyday by taking the dishes to the sink after every meal, by cleaning up his own messes, and by smiling and laughing when company came over. Davey was the most handsome eight year old boy, or so he heard many of his mom's friends say. He was pure, he was innocent; Davey was eight ... More..
"Cold Theatre"The moon cast its gaze upon a sceneas pure as the snow thatlike a negligee one size too small,strangled the frozen earthbeneath it.The night's spotlightdanced across my body.I was ill dressed for the weather,clad in nothing more thanpost orgasmic sweat.I stood a dog's breath apartfrom a womandressed the same as ... More..
I. Flop and Frustration I remember, distinctly, Professor Culbertson's voice, much too cheerful for a 9am class, telling us to be prepared to fail. "You're going to flop a lot of pots before you finally get it right" he would exclaim over and over that day before he performed the clay throwing demo for us. It was the truth bu... More..
Strange. It takes years to live and yet it can be snuffed out in moments. Life is not a choice we are given; rather, it is a task we are set to. When we finally awake and look at the world around us and really understand what is going on we are then tasked with completing our life. Whether you think that helping people is you... More..
Robert Getz
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