Monthly Archives: November 2013

I don’t mean to be rude Andrea I just… I was breastfed a little too long. I was fixated. I was obsessed. I was lost in a particular craving that stays with me to this day. I don’t mean for … Continue reading →

It’s not too late to stop? You’re wrong. It is far too late to turn over a new leaf. It is too late for everything except me and the spirits and this race to the bottom which is the only … Continue reading →

When the days are getting shorter and the grins harder to find… Web life is giving lemons but skimping on sugar and will not let you near a stirrer or a decanter or ice… when you’re weary, feeling small… When … Continue reading →

It’s getting cold and lamp posts are no longer quite so fun to lean upon but I do what I can. What? No. I’m not waiting on a lady. I’m just waiting for my man. I’ve been here for ten … Continue reading →

Candy says that Lisa says that Stephanie said that this is a new age and old rules need not apply. Stephanie says, according to Candy by means of Lisa, that waves of fear of video violence have gone the way … Continue reading →

Me? Oh, things are great. Currently, I’m working on this writing project about the life and times of a ferret in the 12th century. It’s really bad. There’s no point to it and every day I continue with the writing … Continue reading →

The is an adult poem with mature ideas and sophisticated themes. This is the way a man broaches a subject: not cowardly not insidiously but direct Though still somewhat subtle. This is how a poem gets written, with words and … Continue reading →

My housemate the one on the first floor next to the kitchen and the small bathroom where we congregate with great frequency – Eloise – has not slept with me. This thought occurred to me when we interviewed her for … Continue reading →

I am testing limits. I am pushing buttons. I am exploring boundaries and exploding them and exploiting the remains. I am daring. I am making damaging decisions. I am involved in deicide as a deiphobe and using decided directions to … Continue reading →

Don’t hold me to it for I cannot support this but I have a gut telling me – a feeling – that you are something that I do not like. I am an empirical one so there words they are … Continue reading →