Honestly Kid

by Daniel Damkoehler


premature fiction archive

Desk Scraps #2

  The artist is a young woman of 6 or 7 whose father worked the coffee bar at a former place of employ. This mariposa she gave to me in exchange for a nickel after a good deal of bargaining down from $100, perhaps my savviest bit of haggling yet.

Desk Scraps #1

Quotes from a tear off calendar my mom gave me a few years ago. These are ones that I saved. I don't necessarily remember why I saved them all. I don't even know that anyone anywhere fact checked these. Some I liked and still like. Others must have just hit me. All here in no particular order except the order they've been in on my desk the last couple of ... +more+

February 27, 2012 | 2nd thoughts,Spare Parts

My Head In Paris

I confess. True all week. My head has been in Paris. Having to shout across the Atlantic has caused some difficulty being heard (much less hearing), but the sore throat is well worth it. More challenging still: seeing what I was doing each day, where I was going, what I was 'working on', what I wore, and what I was feeding the cat. Navigating Paris with just a head on the other hand wasn't ... +more+

September 25, 2009 | 2nd thoughts,Spare Parts

People in The Brenlee Story

This is a list of all the people who appear in the Brenlee Story (the original Honestly Kid posts) and the posts where you can find them or things about them. There are others who are merely mentioned who don't appear here, but you don't need to worry too much about them. The principle folks are listed in the order in which they are identified in the course of the ... +more+

Liquor Store

Billy walked downtown. Every street lamp seemed fated to click off as he passed under. None of them did. The pimple behind the register at the liquor store didn't recognize him. Billy had graduated the eighth grade with his mother. He'd feel old except she had him four days before her sixteenth birthday. Billy tried not to sound guilty as he asked for cigarettes and rolling paper. The kid only smirked and ... +more+

March 18, 2008 | Part 3,premature fiction

William and Tamra On The Porch

He told her about the old man, about Fresno, drinking coffee, and Maria, Tommy's mother. He didn't tell her who the old man accused of killing the boys. He couldn't. It felt simply too absurd. He wasn't sure it was true yet, hadn't reasoned out all the evidence the old man had rattled off on that park bench as though listing the ingredients of a favorite family recipe. When Tamra asked ... +more+

October 26, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

Home From A Fool’s Ramble

It's the same upsetting feeling he's known before. Maybe known all of his so-called adult life. Certainly the last ten years of it. Nothing achieved. Opportunities missed or entirely blown. Friends and so-called friends lost. Success (whatever that means) almost entirely elusive. All the education and what? None of the discipline and hard work? No, there's some evidence of even hard work. Of risks taken. But just the way he can ... +more+

October 17, 2007 | premature fiction,Spare Parts

At The Station

"Is it true?" Dennis Plaster heard his 68 year old father's tired gravelbed voice coming from his own mouth. A mind blurring ache had taken up residence in his skull, he could feel the odd shade of yellow that surrounded the large black and blue bruise in his chest, but all that felt natural and ordinary on top of the waves of nausea he'd been riding since seeing Mose Brenlee's ... +more+

October 10, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw

William Drives North To Brenlee

He had made a pilgrimage to see a guru - a Sears plaid shirt and grey chino wearing Armenian, a whiskey-breathed old newpaperman, himself more subject to the whims of chance than a master of divining the fate of humankind. What the old man told him was entirely clear and William couldn't believe it. But, then again, William Loof didn't believe much of anything any more. He didn't believe people were ... +more+

October 3, 2007 | premature fiction,raw


Sherri Sneed came to the aid of her community in this time of crisis. She arranged for the churches to open their Sunday School rooms for after school activities and day care, called parents to let them know that they had some place safe to take their children, called Mrs. Schmidt to make sure that that Mexican cop had arranged for an officer to be present at the end ... +more+

September 26, 2007 | Part 3,premature fiction,raw