Monthly Archives: September 2016

Return my calls. Accept my letters. Take me out of your spam filter. Engage with me. Let us speak. I’ve been looking for some way for us to connect again but you seem uninterested or perhaps unaware. Either way, I’m … Continue reading →

For just a moment it was quiet. No sound, no sight… just for an instant constant white with the streets bare of people and all machines somewhere off-site. There were no arguments to be heard not one human to say … Continue reading →

The neediness? It has to stop. The words you say the way you behave your every action suggests that you want my everything: my heart, soul, mind my time, my space, my property my attention, my poetry and dance steps. … Continue reading →

The DJ does not get his way. He entreats. He enjoins. He embodies entreaties to elevate the mood getting the music pumped getting everyone on the floor but no one is on the floor. No one is dancing. The room … Continue reading →

I can tell by your look what you want to say. But before you say it take a closer look. Look deep. Just take in what you see before you. This is maybe the most expensive cybernetic shark-slash-sewing machine on … Continue reading →

When the going gets tough, the tough get going far away along with the rough, the buff, the fluff and them that just can’t get enough. When the going gets tough, the brave scuff their floors heading for their respective … Continue reading →

Please stop bitching about your boyfriend when you’re with me. I get that you’re unhappy and need to vent sometimes and it’s true we’ve always shared everything for ever but keep your negative opinions about your lover away from my … Continue reading →

The big man’s dancing with the blonde swimmer while the pretender looks on eventually joining in. They are good chums, all, for the moment. Even the pretender (sometimes a lawyer) is feeling kind of neighborly, while noting the big man … Continue reading →

When he fell from the sky, barely born, no known family – merely minor memories of the corpses he crashed with – did you see the potential within him? Did you believe at that first sight of that strange child … Continue reading →

I know what you think, but don’t care what you say things haven’t been the same since the good old days when Mould wasn’t queer and women were grrrls and all was right with the world. We played in these … Continue reading →