“Our reality may be fabled, but surely will be fleeting, because when the storyteller looks away, the story collapses. In the end,… — Dennis Vickers Morning sun 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
“Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon rising over a… — Dennis Vickers Eyes 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
“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
“Panting like a marathon runner at mile twenty, overheated bloodhound, steam engine crawling up the Continental Divide.” — Dennis Vickers Panting Copy Share Image
“Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.” — Dennis Vickers Regret Copy Share Image
“Wrinkles appeared and disappeared as he squinted his eyes and relaxed them, like someone peering into a strobe light, police car-top beacon,… — Dennis Vickers Blink Copy Share Image
“He believed, as many do, that the better the shoe, the more exercise wearing it provided. With shoes good enough, the wearer… — Dennis Vickers Good enough Copy Share Image
“She looked at the ceiling, eyelashes batting like hummingbird wings.” — Dennis Vickers Batting Copy Share Image
“Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.” — Dennis Vickers Simile Copy Share Image
“Alliteration is not a prostitute to be sold to every sailor who visits the port. This fine lady is a valuable literary… — Dennis Vickers Alliteration 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
“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
“Suddenly, she emitted a loud, long fart, like air escaping a beach ball, exhaust pipe of a Model T, tire-inflating hose at… — Dennis Vickers Fart 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
“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
“Stop that!” Ghost Hemingway ordered. “It’s like teaching goddamned cats to walk on their back legs.” He sighed. “Standing eggs on end… — Dennis Vickers Hemingway 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
“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
“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
