Monthly Archives: March 2016

Amanda asks. Amanda insists. Amanda demands attention. Amanda commandeers conversations requires cooperation. Amanda implores for information for opportunities. Amanda wheedles Amanda needles Amanda needs this, that and the other – all the time, obviously. Amanda wants to destroy me decimate … Continue reading →

I think that I am done making assumptions about your wants and needs likes and dislikes hates and loves. I am tired of trying to get inside your head and heart and searching for my place. You know what you’re … Continue reading →

This was in retrospect not the best way to get to the train on time. I am sorry that this is the route that I chose to deliver you to ETA. If we blast past the speed limit – if … Continue reading →

I can get the sandwich of my dreams much less often now that my time in that particular street has been so limited. With so little opportunity to visit that neighborhood and so few chances to stop in and buy … Continue reading →

The sexpot clattered into the emergency room on three inch heels with the fuck me pumps spilling out of her purse. As she looked out the reflective window she saw her hair and mascara were good enough for this late … Continue reading →

I liked you better when you smiled at me. I liked you better when we used to dance. I like you better when our evenings lasted well into the dawn. I liked you better when you liked me. I liked … Continue reading →

I was thinking back on this premonitory poem I wrote some years ago about the collapse of the political cogniscenti as the donkeys brayed and the preying mammoths transformed into an incestuous army of cackling jackals biting each other eating … Continue reading →

I’m sorry things played out as they did. I wish I was a better host or a host at all. I’m sorry i was unwilling to adventure the way you wanted at the right time or in the right ways. … Continue reading →

He doesn’t like to be touched. He’s not used to it so when he find an elbow bump or an errant hand on shoulder he reacts poorly. He winces. He jerks. He avoids crowds with this in mind and is … Continue reading →

The night you met your latest boyfriend was the night I broke up with my last girlfriend and I can’t help but wonder where we would be if our timings had been somewhat different. You were at the bar fending … Continue reading →