Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) Classic issue #509 (published October 21, 2010): "The narc at the party"
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Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) Classic issue #509 (published October 21, 2010)
The narc at the party
Giant Squid: Ask the Giant Squid: Giant Squid LIVE! by the Giant Squid
Dear Giant Squid,
Has any one seen a live giant squid before?
My Anonymous Aficionado,
As a matter of established fact, none have seen me perform live, a reality which much vexes me. I had contracted to perform upon the brick-wall-backdroppéd stage of Mark Ridley, his Comedy Castle this very approaching Sunday's after-noon. Preparatory to this, I had done a great deal of research both wide and deep throughout the Internet, as well as via the books-mobile reserve system of the Detroit Public Library (which, as it turns out, is well stocked of the humor manuals penned by Mr.s Thomas Biracree and Julius Alvin throughout the last two decades of the twentieth century—a period that, as evidenced by the comedic and dramatic works of Andrew Eurydice Clay and Samuel Langhorn Kinison, to name but a pair, represents a high-water mark in the forging and crafting of quality humors). Sadly, I now report that in the early part of this week loathsome complication befell me, resulting in cancellation of this established live appearance, and an indefinite hiatus in my live comedic recitations. . . .
Fiction: The Jar by Gwendolyn Joyce MintzMama was on her knees, leaning into the space under the kitchen sink, glass jars on the floor surrounding her.
Was she getting ready to start canning? Curious, I sat cross-legged on the floor and waited.
She leaned back, a jar in hand which she held up, examined. She sighed.
"All these jars and none's bigger than a mite." She glanced at me. "We're gonna put one on the counter at your daddy's store. Take up a collection to help pay the lawyers for Roy and J.W." She grunted. "Defense lawyers." She shook her head and returned to her search. . . .
Poetry: For You (After Catullus 1) by Arthur D. CasciatoTo whom address, which brand affix,
Whose name to slap on such as this,
How curry favor with words so libelous,
My slim-slimey miscellany hot off the press . . .
Rant: Diversity by Sue EllisIn late summer, tree frogs morph into window clings, attracted by the bugs who spiral around the porch light that shines outside my kitchen window. . . .
