Monthly Archives: January 2017

I just read a “poem” (it was in the poetry section of a periodical – a periodical that often includes poetry – so they probably would prefer I not put quotes around it. Sorry about that) called “This Woman’s Work” … Continue reading →

I swear, I’m not judging but how can you not find something to say today? What is keeping you from dredging your depths desperately enough to discover something worth talking about? How can you believe you are so empty as … Continue reading →

It seems I died today or my doppelgänger did: the famous one the one whose results I see when I’m Googling myself. The painter. The old man. The TV star. The intellectual the novelist the Francophile who re-pronounced his name … Continue reading →

The hangover wasn’t severe but the sun was blazing on New Year’s morn as we struggled crosstown to brunch with my aged aunt who was celebrating one of her many, many manymanymany birthdays. I tried to not look up to … Continue reading →

Betty’s dead for quite some time now but it’s still her birthday so wish her well. Less and less of those who live can remember Betty. Her only grandchild gay and unlikely to spawn any more of her line, her … Continue reading →

We keep praying to see the ass-end of this syphilitic whore of a year but most of what went wrong will still be wrong when the ball drops and the old man meets the bawling baby. It’s only getting worse. … Continue reading →