Jim Meirose's work has appeared in numerous magazines and journals, including Calliope, Offbeat/Quirky (Journal of Exp. Fiction pub,), Permafrost, North Atlantic Review, Blueline, Witness, and Xavier Review, and has been nominated for several awards. Published books include: Understanding Franklin Thompson (Exp. novel - JEF pubs (2018)), Sunday Dinner With Father Dwyer (Exp. Novel - Scarlet Leaf Press (2018)), Inferno (E-Chap - Underground Voices), Mount Everest and Eli the Rat (Lit. Novels - Montag). Visit www.jimmeirose.com to know more.
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Excerpt from the WIP novel, “Audio Bookies (Making the Audiobook “The Great Beethoven Infestation)” Ah—this idea thrilled the great man so; giving rise in him of similar emotions as those found in any of the many men who’ve fallen in love mourning woman figures in romantically moss-hung shadowy centuries-old cemeteries.
Ah—man in love with mourning woman figure in the cemetery longs for her to come alive.
Ah—man in love with mourning woman figure in the cemetery longs for her to come alive and stay alive to meet him when next he enters the
cemetery.
cemetery.
Ah then—he got his wish; very.
Ah then—he got his wish; very very.
Ah then—he got his wish; very very bad.
Because; since dumb inanimate objects such as cemetery statues have no morals no feelings no empathy just as rocks grains of sand railroad ties hillbillies roadcurbs soft shoulders cellphones cracked clay pipes and all sizes and shapes of fossilized dementia victims have no empathy and all meet the defined criteria for negative Schizophrenia as defined in the aforementioned DSM-III, then—you figure out what the horror he met was.
Sneak attack no, no.
Sneak attack no.
Sneak attack no.
Sneak attack.
Eh, now, let that sink in take a break and come back.
Hi now that you’re back the answer is fully truly and not miraculous at all that when he came back to the cemetery there she was.
There she was alive warm and—negative schizophrenia no, no, no.
At this point, drip that stain-o fore we immediately—why here’s why.
Negative schizophrenia no, no, no.
Cause you never remember nothing’s why.
Oo-ha?
