Monthly Archives: March 2020

mister pants, part 11

“It is a problem when you are talking too much.” — Sarah M. Broom’s brother Scenes from a pandemic: ■ Going to a hospital during the virus mambo seemed a bit like flying a kite on the beach during a … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 10

Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream she said. — the prophet robert smith “WE CANNOT LET THE CURE BE WORSE THAN THE PROBLEM ITSELF.” Salazar had posted late Sunday … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 9

I want my records back and that motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black The owls have been talking to me But I’m sworn to secrecy — the prophet linkous And that was the day Mister Pants realized: He … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 8

Let’s go down together down together down together let’s go down — the prophet roger clyne It was the dawn after another evening of maddening chaos. Mister Pants had shut down most retail business in Kentucky and Delaware the previous … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 7

I think I’m done gunnin’ to get closer to some imaginary bliss I gotta knuckle down and be OK with this — the prophet ani difranco This would be perfect, Mister Pants thought. With school closed for the foreseeable future, … Continue reading

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