Wet Sense of Humor
From the occasional writings of Michael J Grady.
- BillIONAIRE OVERBOARD!!!
By Michael J Grady While rowing out to sea, I saw a yacht sinking slowly into the ocean. I paddled out, stopping occasionally to take pictures, and, by the time I made it out to where the yacht had been, there was only a single billionaire left, clinging to a sinking parcel of Louis Vuitton luggage. “Help!” cried the Billionaire,… Read more: BillIONAIRE OVERBOARD!!! - The Fire in the Bones: Art, Prophecy and Madness in the Modern Wilderness.
By Michael J Grady This may sound grandiose, but sometimes I feel like an Old Testament prophet. Of course, I lack a respectable beard, and being an atheist is a liability. On occasion, I’ve dared to call myself an artist in mixed company, and when you tell people you’re an artist, some look at you as if you’d just claimed… Read more: The Fire in the Bones: Art, Prophecy and Madness in the Modern Wilderness. - My daughter’s Mother
My Daughter’s Mother By Michael J Grady Sasha watched Melissa playing on the living room floor. She sat back with a glass of wine in her hand, full of delight and longing. She never got tired of seeing how many ways Melissa could stack the blocks on the coffee table, how engrossed and entertained she would be! Would she be… Read more: My daughter’s Mother - Peenwhistle and BOMBAST
Bombast knew he had that thing that everyone wished for, but few people had: a sense of destiny. He knew — from the tip of his nose to the corns of his feet — that he was born to greatness, and the humble place he occupied now was just the ending of the first act of the greatest success story… Read more: Peenwhistle and BOMBAST - The Deviant Fancy
It almost didn’t happen. It didn’t belong. No one was asking for it, And sometimes it didn’t seem worth it. But to someone, for a little while, it was everything. - HANGING AND SWINGING
Herb was stiff, swollen, and throbbing — but not the way he used to be when he woke up in the morning. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He must’ve thrown his back out while taking a shit the night before. Perhaps he had to be more careful. After a few minutes of trying to talk himself… Read more: HANGING AND SWINGING