The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation

I drummed up a little contest for the two adults in the car. I grabbed a tin of Mr. Planters cocktail peanuts from the passenger seat. Placed a single nut in my mouth.

Fiction: ‘Familiar Burdens’

And all of a sudden my dead grandpa and I were walking side-by-side down a desert highway.

Second Annual Mikeys

The best music and literature consumed by Ourland’s editor over the past year.

Coffee Shop

You take a couple sips of the hot, earthy liquid, and off goes your mind. Now you’re floating. Near the ceiling, mingling with the smoky coffee bean scent. You’re settling into your body again.

Fiction: ‘Kanye’s Secret’

I met Kanye in a Buffalo coffee shop shortly after he started frequenting Wyoming.

Some Days it Really is Like This

Small things can still wonder. Gods don’t have that luxury. I don’t think it’d be all that fun to be a God.

Fiction: ‘Dispatch from the Great Castration’

So here I am, standing in front of another drab office building, waiting to die.

Fiction: ‘Happy Death on the Beach’

So he went down to the bar and got drunk. He hadn’t done that in a couple years, since the last time he stopped drinking, but it was one of those things where he had to have a drink right away.

Ghosts Without Faces

Reflections on fatherhood and family history.

Fiction: ‘Forever in Youth’

We spent a lot of our free time throwing rocks at cars. That’s just sort of what you did growing up in the sticks with not a lot of stuff to keep you entertained.