Monthly Archives: June 2015

So this is it, then? Fine. I guess we both knew this would happen at some point We two aren’t death nor taxes, are we? You can’t blame me, though, for how it all went down. I’m not the cause … Continue reading →

Barry Manilow has come out as gay. In other news, Jon Berger is bald. In other news, Orson Welles is rumored to like a steak or eight. In other news, Republicans lie, soldiers die, and poverty is as American as … Continue reading →

I should have fucked you last night. I should have finished the bottle walked you past the bushes into the woods shoved you against a tree and made rough love to you to the beat of the night intense experiences … Continue reading →

I see you full of hope joy and energy and I see one who sees the glass as half full. I see a life waiting to live. I see potential. I see bounds and bursts of electric will pacing just … Continue reading →

I am losing… things. Words. I am losing words. I am with increasing regularity losing ideas, ideas that used to be dear that used to power me. I am growing weaker, mentally unable to recall the simple the elegant the … Continue reading →

So what do you do? the rabbi asks me at the Eat N Greet. You know, I respond, popping some croissant in my mouth, I don’t remember. If not for work, she says, what do you do for fun? That … Continue reading →

I think of you sometimes in the room next to mine and wonder what you might do in the arms of the night. I think about who you hold silently in your bed when I can hear nothing know nothing … Continue reading →

This road means nothing to me. I have never been here before in my life and it holds no significance despite what you seem to intimate. You can’t intimidate me into whatever false memories you want me to retrieve. This … Continue reading →

He still remembers me and that’s good. He remembers most things most of the time but he struggles more. He has to work harder for smaller results. He still walks about the neighborhood and still asks questions to the people … Continue reading →

Don’t make me upset. You won’t like me when I get upset. My face gets all red and puffy like I’m about to cry and then I do begin to cry, heaving, gulping, snorting back tears snot dripping then spurting … Continue reading →