Monthly Archives: October 2016

Do you remember in the last days of Napster when we first started talking you sent me a song? It was by one of those post-2 Tone acts: General Public or Fine Young Cannibals and I couldn’t play it at … Continue reading →

I didn’t take notes. I interviewed my dad seeking answers trying to get beneath the history I’d heard only through anecdotes so I asked the questions and he answered as well as he could for while his short term had … Continue reading →

Near the end we would go out on constitutionals taking the air seeing the sights staring at families chatting about the past. I would ask him occasionally about his history and sometimes about mine. Sometimes, the answers required prodding. Sometimes, … Continue reading →

I am in standing rock. We all are on standing rock upright together on a shared stone hurtling, lonely, through cosmos. We are unified in our need for survival and a desire for further generations to flourish but we constantly … Continue reading →

On this day of dissemblance, who has entered my skin, remaining incessantly in recliner blanket lain on legs as he sleeps away this sunny day? In the last hours of the month where last year my father died is he … Continue reading →

Hydrox was the first. Hydrox was the motherfucking first. Oreos are four years younger, dumber and more rehearsed. but Hydrox appeared in stores first. Elvis got his act from Jackie Will. Elvis took his schtick from Jackie Will. Son, when … Continue reading →

I’m sorry you’ve got the cancer that your girlfriend left you that your mouse had a miscarriage and your cat had cirrhosis. I feel awful that your last eighty submissions got rejected your plants were neglected your mirrors unreflected and … Continue reading →

I thought It was a butt dial but it wasn’t. She was calling me back letting me know how she’d changed her mind that she wanted to see me even for the little time that was left. She was ready … Continue reading →

John S. Hall, whom I do not stalk (no matter what his staff may say) just published a piece wherein he mentions a Dolphins Rape People bumper sticker which seems a little mean-spirited. How would dolphins seek acquiescence? They don’t … Continue reading →

Pretty sure you didn’t mean to call. Pretty sure it was a butt dial. Pretty sure you’ve got better things to do than reach out to me after all this time if only to say hello see how I’m doing … Continue reading →