“Our stories are phantoms of fleeting moments reflected in mirrors.” — Dennis Vickers Fleeting moments Copy Share Image
“Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.” — Dennis Vickers Abandoned Copy Share Image
“She looked at the ceiling, eyelashes batting like hummingbird wings.” — Dennis Vickers Batting Copy Share Image
“Deep ridges crossed his forehead like terraces in a Thai hillside, tucks in a leather cushion, troughs across a bloodhound’s jowls.” — Dennis Vickers Ridges Copy Share Image
“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.” — Dennis Vickers Faded Copy Share Image
“Rang in my ears like Easter morning churchbells in Rome, rumble from an unmuffled Harley, fireworks shells exploding over a Fourth-of-July parade.” — Dennis Vickers Easter Copy Share Image
“The flesh of her butt jiggled like water-filled beach balls, oil drops dangling from a soupspoon, oversized Jell-O dessert cups.” — Dennis Vickers Simile Copy Share Image
“Legs pinched together like bread loafs in a shared pan, linebackers in adjacent seats flying coach fare, chubby cats eating from a… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Screamed like a manic cheerleader heaping encouragement on her high school’s punt returner as he breaks through the first wall of blocks.” — Dennis Vickers Screamed Copy Share Image
“Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.” — Dennis Vickers Simile Copy Share Image
“Could be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean… — Dennis Vickers Condoms Copy Share Image
“Spurting out like formula from a colicky baby’s mouth, drops ejected from boiled frosting boiling, preliminary spurts from Old Faithful before the… — Dennis Vickers Trust Copy Share Image
“Followed like a goat on a halter, hungry dog closing on his just-filled dinner bowl, water-bottle and towel carrier behind the tuba… — Dennis Vickers Dog Copy Share Image
“Fluorescent lights on the ceiling lit up the white Formica top of her desk like an operating table, white-sand beach at high… — Dennis Vickers French fries Copy Share Image
“She had been skeptical about change since Obama’s first presidential campaign, when it seemed everyone was eager to change. She knew then,… — Dennis Vickers Change Copy Share Image
“Our reality may be fabled, but surely will be fleeting, because when the storyteller looks away, the story collapses. In the end,… — Dennis Vickers Fleeting Copy Share Image
“Tourists hurried past them on the pedestrian-only street like chickens scampering to the feeder, cars scurrying through a tollgate, Niagara River rushing… — Dennis Vickers Hurried Copy Share Image
“Your mother’s chili was onions, hamburger, tomato soup, kidney beans, no chili powder, no peppers. Mexican flags flew at half staff every… — Dennis Vickers Chili Copy Share Image
“She smoked like wet underwear on fire, swore like a slow hockey goalie, caroused like a cheerleader on spring break in Cancun,… — Dennis Vickers Cancun Copy Share Image
“Would you recognize your mother’s face in a thousand faces? Clinton waited for Evie to answer. Of course. Can you describe her… — Dennis Vickers Parenting Copy Share Image
“Poetry comes out of you like a pot of oatmeal boiling over.” — Dennis Vickers Poetry Copy Share Image
“Studied all year and wrote in my journal like a nun works a Rosary, dog with a new bone, bee in his… — Dennis Vickers Simile Copy Share Image
“The email appeared sometime during the night, like alcohol-induced depression, dreams of old lovers, porn on TV.” — Dennis Vickers Dreams Copy Share Image
“Panting like a marathon runner at mile twenty, overheated bloodhound, steam engine crawling up the Continental Divide.” — Dennis Vickers Panting Copy Share Image
“Sweating like a fat woman in a sauna, nun with a tattoo on her tit, overweight jockey.” — Dennis Vickers Simile Copy Share Image
“Am I an old man who changed into a butterfly, or a butterfly who thinks he was once an old man?” — Dennis Vickers Dreaming Copy Share Image
“Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.” — Dennis Vickers Breathed Copy Share Image
“Like a summer storm, the ferment quickly passed,moving from explosive turmoil to exhausted calm in a few seconds.” — Dennis Vickers Ferment Copy Share Image
“Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.” — Dennis Vickers Probing Copy Share Image
“Thighs spread out on the seat like water balloons, frying eggs, spilled syrup.” — Dennis Vickers Thighs Copy Share Image
“Polish the young woman’s ego like wax on a wood floor, Shinola on shoes, spit on an apple.” — Dennis Vickers Polish Copy Share Image
“Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen… — Dennis Vickers Disappear Copy Share Image
“Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.” — Dennis Vickers Fireworks Copy Share Image
“No difference making a living with what’s between your ears and making one with what’s between your legs.” — Dennis Vickers Life Copy Share Image
“Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it… — Dennis Vickers Reality Copy Share Image
