Monthly Archives: October 2012

Well, this hardly seems fair. She got the loft, she got the records, she got about seventy percent of the friends – which included all of the cute ones (though they probably started off as hers anyway) and now with … Continue reading →

The wedding hookup was drunken, loud shameful and short. It was with a stranger who “normally doesn’t do anything like this – really!” but had condoms enough for a dozen more encounters. The wedding hookup was not without experienced participants. … Continue reading →

The girl you left at the bar so you could take that booty call was a little hurt at first but then upon reflection realized that the sort of guy who’d abandon her for that sure thing wasn’t the sort … Continue reading →

I am driving past the town you lived in ten years back when we fought so feverishly about the commute and argued about why you had to come to me when I wouldn’t visit you. Turns out you were right. … Continue reading →

Hello. How you doin’? Why am I calling after so long and so many words left said? Well, I was just thinking back and wondering… Look: is there any chance that we’re getting back together? I know it’s abrupt but … Continue reading →

The roadsign I just passed for Delaney’s Grill offered to serve “Heaven’s Steak” which got me thinking about just what heaven’s steak would taste like. It’s got to be good – but like ice cream or gravy fries or sex? … Continue reading →

Why am I staring? Really? You really need me to tell you? You need to hear how I justify looking at you persistently penetratingly penitently? You need an explanation? Because you’re smokin’, that’s why. No, not that thing you hold … Continue reading →

The bike broke eight times when I was young since I loved it too well and too poorly both at once. I didn’t know how to treat this thing I spent such time with and hurt it with a zest … Continue reading →

“And he would do anything to get it back” is the last line of the first draft of the latest poem that I wrote. It was about a toy and a boy who was a goy on Christmas Day who … Continue reading →

The steak and eggs were three ninety nine and just about as good as you’d expect but after walking the four miles to that forsaken diner they tasted of manna from Seven Eleven or someplace twice as good like Seven … Continue reading →