Henge watched the blue crown of the gas burner cup the bottom of the percolator pot, and meditated on the blurbs of hot brown organic coffee lapping the inside of the yellowed percolator bulb on the top. He went over his notes for the day’s Hubba Bubba radio show. On a few crumpled sheets of yellow legal paper, Henge had transcribed his ( Read more... )

            Henge woke up around ten in the morning five days before the epic naval battle. He brewed some ‘fair trade,’ ‘organic’ coffee in his vintage stovetop percolator. During the summer, Henge was a DJ - or more correctly, a ‘handler’ or ‘operator’ for a Ham radio station in the basement of a Ludlow apartment building. The station was ( Read more... )

In the Hours and Days Leading Up to the Lake Me Naval Battle: A Bushido Like Preparation, Though Not Really Bushido, But a Polyglot Dabbling of Hindu, Sikh, Krishna, Zoroastrianist, and Other Obscure and Foreign Ideas.

Henge thought about life;

Mostly about his own life:

How profound he was

William Comparetto

© 2007

            Carmine Calamari made a list of the necessary arrangements of things needing to be done before he went back down to southwestern Ohio for the naval battle on Lake Me.
            Let’s see, Carmine hummed to himself; pen in mouth. A pad of Post-it notes embossed with Romulus Paint and Body sat in front of him on the hackneyed wooden ( Read more... )

Pete Limpelli and the Central Parkway Hotel

Limpelli lying
Supine on the hotel bed
Sunset in August

William Comparetto
© 2007

            Pete Limpelli buffed the side of his left winged tip shoe with a washcloth from the hotel he was staying at. The T.V. was on, the old kind of hotel T.V. on a heavy metal pole with a brown painted metal “X” for feet. The pole was pocked with small rust patches, and the “X”, if you looked close enough, was specked with years of sad grime ( Read more... )

            Lou pressed the gas on his rustbucket Prizm, hauling down windingways and curving along guardrail hilltops through the early spring rainfall downpour. The radio spat static garblespeak, and a few monotonous labelbands with bland easy lyrics for masses of consumers, fueling thousands of dollars in advertising spreads. Lou’s mind wandered ( Read more... )

            Carmine got dressed, and made a few phone calls. Time was short. A little more than a week before the naval battle, and there was much to be done. He knew he had to go undercover, Henge and Ed Groat had seen him in a punk rock outfit in Clifton. He didn’t want to wear the normal jogging suits and tank top T-shirts - so stereotypical of ( Read more... )

            Carmine Calamari took a shower at the garage in Romulus. Pinky and Carmine had a makeshift shower in the back room of the garage, a tile floored cinderblock room, with a hula hoop attached to a vinyl shower curtain. There was a hose screwed into the faucet of a poly ethylene utility basin. Carmine, Pinky, Zufo Baruca, Lenny Ndrangheta, ( Read more... )

            The ontical nature of the canoe, Ed Groat grasped. Though not necessarily in that word. ‘Ontical’. Ed Groat didn’t know what that meant necessarily or definitively. Though, he knew what it signified, he just had no idea of the word signifying it. Ed Groat knew that the canoe was an object. An inanimate object. The canoe was an inanimate ( Read more... )