Mr Trump, I’m wishing you all the continued success you have had in your long and blusterous career. That is to say, I hope you remain an utter and colossal failure. May your final personal humiliation be our collective national redemption! At which time, you will join the other raging-bullies who have stomped the worldContinue reading ““Happy Ingratiation Day!””
Author Archives: Stephen Futterer
“The Sounds of Sepia”
Being 26 y/o at the time, I’ve no doubt why I purchased this Oct 1990 issue of Rolling Stone. Three reasons, in fact. Oddly enough in retrospect, I was never a subscriber. I think I felt that the magazine’s best days were past. I did, however, subscribe to CMJ New Music Monthly and Q MagazineContinue reading ““The Sounds of Sepia””
“Second Go Round”
“Second Go Round” Wry my smiling “I don’t know” Beguiling though this carny show Best, at last, to leave it go Live free of what I can’t control Even from the yet unknown, Once their banner’s fully thrown I take the air with stepping stones Out along the mythic shoals On whispered winds, an ancientContinue reading ““Second Go Round””
“Thank You, America!”
Thank you, America, for re-electing the Grifter/Groper/Felon-in-Chief who consistently puts his own dark, sociopathic needs ahead of those of all other Americans. Great job! Thank you, America, for proving, yet again, that fear and paranoia and hatred are woven into the fabric of our national flag. Great job! Thank you, America, for tacitly absolving theContinue reading ““Thank You, America!””
“A reading from the Gospel according to Ed…”
“Merry Kitsch-mas!!”
“To the CHAIR-icades!”
“Pop Poetry”
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“Be KIND, decline…”
This story relates to events that occurred in Denver, CO on Sat Jan 11, 2020: It was a call weekend for me. I worked in-hospital from 9am to 7pm. The pace was generally brisk and the food pretty bad in the cafeteria, which closed at about 2pm, so I had loaded up on snacks. AContinue reading ““Be KIND, decline…””
“The Case of the Green Towel”
I spent a year working at Denver Health, a public hospital in Denver, CO, before moving back east during the COVID-19 epidemic. The radiology offices were fairly spartan and we shared adjacent bathroom facilities with the house staff that included showers. These spaces were generally clean and sanitary, but there was one unusual situation thatContinue reading ““The Case of the Green Towel””
Great Exudations 