Monthly Archives: January 2012

childhood roadtrip memories: or, “that boy ain’t right!”

Posted on January 25, 2012 by B Gourley

two fireflies in a jar riding cross-country by car sitting in the back seat dangling my little feet i’m Etch-a-Sketching doodles looks like a bowl of noodles but sans the bowl it’s got no soul just a bunch of squiggly … Continue reading →

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Am I The Ghost?

Posted on January 18, 2012 by B Gourley

Am I the ghost or are they, the gray figures I sweep past in the street

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The Falling Ash: or, The Ultimate Weapon – The Ultimate Sin

Posted on January 18, 2012 by B Gourley

i walked through ash and ember it was in late November i saw the fall of the world as it unfurled it started with a mushroom cloud and ended in silence so loud that even birds were soundless honoring a loneliness so boundless ashen … Continue reading →

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Welcome to the Terror House: A Visit to 60 ANDRÁSSY

Posted on January 14, 2012 by B Gourley

It’s silent but for the recording of an unearthly child’s voice reciting the names of those who perished in this dim and dreary basement. “Sándor Kovács…István Szabó…” The voice naturally conveys an eerie unsettling tone appropriate to this modern-era dungeon. … Continue reading →

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The Mystery of 3: or, if you must, Lopsided Boobies

Posted on January 6, 2012 by B Gourley

There were 4. There were 4, only 4. But then 1 day only 3 showed up. Which 1 was responsible for the death of 4? With 3, there’s a triangle of mistrust. No 1 knows which way to turn. Who did it? … Continue reading →

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A Fun Roadtrip Game

Posted on January 4, 2012 by B Gourley

I’ve got my own favorite interstate road trip game. No alphabets or plate’s states, that’s far too lame. Instead I look around to solve those little mysteries Like why the next car has five pine freshener trees. Is there a … Continue reading →

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