Monthly Archives: January 2017

I have today avoided social media as a form of quiet protest. I have been dodging the current events and living in subtle style to stay away from the hurtful rhetoric and the harmful decisions and the warlike attitudes and … Continue reading →

This piece was, under no circumstances, in no conceivable way, undebatably, inexorably, an absolutely not written during a spoken word set by horror poet Oliver Baer. There is no reason – none at all – to suspect that, while the … Continue reading →

Daniel, I should never have said you had no soul even if that is precisely what I suspected at the time. I was really hurt when you found better people to hang with and dropped me like the fat ass … Continue reading →

David, when you tried to convince me of your psychic powers back in high school I tried not to be flippant but I didn’t try too hard. I just couldn’t believe it back then when you described all the energy … Continue reading →

The sun shines vengeance on my sorry sticky face. Sleep fades, replaced by confusion. Glancing, I see this is not my terrible home. Where am I? Last night is but a blur, a series of unfortunate events, as best I … Continue reading →

An overcast morn for an overcast soul. I don’t know how I’ll get out of this hole. Million thoughts in my head. A thousand words to say; my dad was born today. More than four score have passed since then. … Continue reading →

The single lesson that I have always been too shy to share with the world, the unique advice that everyone, everywhere, should always heed is merely this: Under all circumstances maintain the appearance of modesty. It is the very most … Continue reading →

I don’t say this very often – hell, I don’t even think it very often – but I’m glad you’re not dead. I am at this very moment exceedingly pleased you’re not six feet under or scattered ashes in the … Continue reading →

Hey, Jon. Young Jon, Jon from three decades back. This is Big Jon from the future reaching out to tell you just a few things. She would’ve kissed you. You could’ve made the effort. There was no reason to be … Continue reading →

Who’s a bad writer? Who’s a talentless little hack? Who got lucky in his first few submissions in high school and coasted on luck and a curious form of charm ever since? Who’s a pretty little fraud? You are! Oh, … Continue reading →