Retarded Salmon by Louie Wilkerson

I want to say it’s like trying to pilot a spacecraft through an asteroid field but some science minded guy once told me that asteroid fields aren’t what we think they are; everything’s still really far apart.  So maybe it’s more like a retarded salmon trying to swim upstream, dodging bits of debris that happen […]

Board Games by Louie Wilkerson

When I first heard that Grandpa Hank died, I didn’t want to go to no funeral.  But Mama said that kin is kin and I reckon she would have just turned my backside sore if I hadn’t gone. “Besides,” she said, “they’re divvyin up the fortune.  You want yours don’t you?” Well now the way […]