Tag: Dan Denton

The American Standard is a Toilet in Wauseon, OH by Dan Denton

The American Standard is a Toilet in Wauseon, OH *American Standard Co. is number one in the United States for brand familiarity in toilets and bathroom accessories the American standard is a scripted wrestling match that is made only for entertainment purposes it’s a five-year-old headless hula girl still shaking her hips on the sun-faded …

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This is Why I Danced Today by Dan Denton

This is Why I Danced Today when I woke up this morning my lungs were full of new air my eyes were able to see my ears heard and my hands were able to seize the moment and this is why I danced today my coffee was bold and hot and every time I poured …

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One Cowgirl, Two Cowboys by Dan Denton

One Cowgirl, Two Cowboys The village of Peterpan, OH seemed to nearly buzz with activity. It was the first Friday of the month, the biggest day of the month for this small town. On first Friday evenings, unless it fell on a holiday, the village held a dance party and everyone that was anyone in …

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Small Town Hot Summer Afternoon by Dan Denton

Small Town Hot Summer Afternoon the warm bath of summer sun on skin the burnt tar smell of fresh squished black top children moping about outside but not playing the indoor whisper of central air conditioning the listless quiet of trees and their leaves bone white sidewalks empty with nowhere to go the “shoo-wee buddy” …

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2 short fictions by Dan Denton

Three Pills and Two Different Sighs He sat at his two-chair table after work. His forearms heavy in the apartment’s kitchenette. He sipped black gunpowder from a chipped and stained ceramic coffee mug, and stared at three pill bottles sitting across from him. The ups and downs of being bipolar were down down down again, …

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I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist by Dan Denton

I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist I had a psychiatrist appointment so I got out of bed early and gathered all the worms I could find there were none the birds did not sing it was February I wore mittens over my ears I put a bullet proof vest over my heart wore my …

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