Captive Bolt I love steak

Captive bolt
 
I love steak. I’ve always loved it. My parents practically put it in a blender and had Gerber slapped on it before I had teeth. My brother never liked it; he thought chewing was overrated. Of course what got him in trouble was thinking that drinking was underrated. I believe I assisted the slaughter [...]

Hyoid Bone

Hyoid Bone
-          Starrs, James E. “Foreword” Forensic Science. 2nd ed. New York: Taylor and Francis, 2005.
 
 
All the signs presaged well-
preserved remains.
The soil was sandy
permitting water to drain
 
readily through it.
 The coffin and vault were,
although not impervious
to the intrusion
of water, the highest quality
to predict safely. Water
would not have invaded but
 
a negligible [...]

Hot Dog

by my sister
12.3.08

Hot Dog

One time a neighbor boy with disproportionately-sized ears came over and wanted the dog to ride his skateboard, but the dirt-nosed boy screamed and yelled and told the big-eared boy that he was the boy with the skateboarding dog and that’s that. The dirt-nosed boy took the intruder’s skateboard and pushed it [...]

Obligate Carnivore

by my sister
 
Obligate Carnivore
 
Stiff cream
and sugar, stale
wafers with paper
dresses that we rip
 
off. It wants some
too. Deficiency
pushes pelvic
spinal and costal
protrusions. Fractured
whiskers reach
out: dead saplings
in winter. Unnatural
yellow coming
out of green
irises hide in black
fur and skin and retractable
claws.
 
White grains of dry
skin collect on dead
hairs and escape
to the [...]

Screenplay Structure

8.  Screenwriter William Goldman, a two-time Academy Award winner, has long preached that “screenplays are structure.” What is he talking about? 
A) If he’s referring to a particular story-telling model, describe that in detail.
B) If there are multiple models, what are the most influential ones and how do they differ?
C) And how has [...]

Irish Famine story–2002

                                                The Blight                                          
 
Arriving in Liverpool in December of 1850, I realized that an objective account of a few Irish emigrants would be impossible, so affected was I by the suffering I saw there.  Nevertheless, a weepy emotional account of the situation there would be of no use to anyone due the already widespread accounts of [...]

Silent Hostility

I walked into the house and found an unusual and disquieting silence. There should have been any number of sounds in a house that was supposedly full of people. The courtyard was empty and so was the kitchen. I walked around the house before depositing my belonging in the room and the house was also [...]

Boozehound

I’m not a bum, or a hobo, or a drunk, or any of the archaic and condescending terms I am pointed out to be. Nor am I homeless; I live in Copley Square, and I am an educated man. Now, the word drunk could aptly be applied to me most of the time, but I [...]