Monthly Archives: October 2014

The kid would have been ten now. He or she… S/he could have been a runner or a hockey player or might’ve been hiding in the attic reading books. I’ll bet s/he would be a reader like you. I think … Continue reading →

Sh! Quiet down. Do you hear it? It’s not loud so listen carefully and you might be able to hear the last ice cream truck leaving town. I’ve heard it before in different years. For a while I could never … Continue reading →

OK I admit it. I fucked up. I did it and I want to clear the air and if it means we have to make some changes then changes we shall fucking make. I fucked her. That girl. You know, … Continue reading →

Just because you’re sleeping with that guy is no reason we can’t talk. Just because you’re dating him – married to him? Fine, whatever – doesn’t mean you can’t see me too. It needn’t be binary nor so black and … Continue reading →

I forgot already the poem I wanted to write. The idea the inspiration the foundation that I hoped would carry me through one hundred words has faded and I can’t for the life of the poem recall what I had … Continue reading →

Her dad likes me. He asks me in whenever I pop by takes me to the living room and offers me Heart to Hearts. Once he offered me cigars and showed me where he keeps the key to the liquor … Continue reading →

She’s a well-traveled girl going all around the world seeing places I’ve never heard of hearing tongues I’ve never touched. She gets around, she does. I can tell from what she says and how she acts but never what she … Continue reading →

The candy I steal from the drug store is sweet. Is it sweeter than the candy I buy when at the drug store? Dunno. I don’t buy candy at the drug store ever. I buy candy from a newsstand or … Continue reading →

I doubt it’d be as easy as you seem to think. You keep singing your Paul Simon thinking of how simple it would be to brake up. You envision, I think, a yellow brick escalator as you ride your purple … Continue reading →

Poop Face tells me to take it easy. Poop Face wants me to chill. Poop Face makes many requests of me that vary in tone – but not frequency. Poor Face commands, like royalty. Poop Face orders. Poop Face demands. … Continue reading →