Monthly Archives: September 2016

(Mimi and Rick) When he left he left her with nothing but her solitude. And anger, along with countless charge card payments and a crippling anxiety about growing old alone as well as a certain fear of pathogens. He left … Continue reading →

Slow down. The good times can’t last forever. Yours is not a replenishable resource. Eventually you’ll have said everything you have to say, written all the words you know in every possible combination that you’re capable of combining. If you … Continue reading →

I knotted a noose around the neck of the last of the plastic rubber chickens I’d ordered from the Remainder Store at the start of the summer. I hung the hardened creature in my window as some sort of humiliated … Continue reading →

After all this time and it’s ensuing silence I feel that our every anniversary is a test of my resolve a chance for me to see for myself if I still care, or really, how much. Each year on this … Continue reading →

You’re right. I was wrong. I was rude. I was self-righteous. I was cruel. I was uncaring about what you wanted and expressed evil intentions far too frequently for anyone’s comfort. I was a dick early and often. All the … Continue reading →

The lady on stage sings "the dancers just won’t hide" as we sit attentively grooving to her fatass beats dancing joyously in our fatass seats. She wears tattoos with cryptic designs that we can study more as she jumps off … Continue reading →

I’ve been looking over all our correspondence from before you stopped talking to me trying to find the reason for what happened. I think I know what it is. In the last things we said to each other I wrote … Continue reading →

I’m sorry; before we go any further: I have a confession. When you went to the bathroom the bartender asked if I wanted a refill and then he said, "Anything else for you and your girlfriend?" I got us another … Continue reading →

I don’t mean to alarm you, but the last poem you wrote was a comedian’s punchline and the one before that was once a detergent ad. That piece from last week clearly came from Dylan – though you might have … Continue reading →

Days after that gorgeous September Tuesday when the towers fell and the world changed I got off my bike on 14th Street. Outside the Salvation Army a veritable army was unloading trucks. “Goods for the First Responders,” I heard, and … Continue reading →