Monthly Archives: March 2017

I’ve been struggling for days to write up an explanation as to why I’m not talking to you even though I’ve been walking the walk for some years now. On certain days, though I’m reminded of the good times and … Continue reading →

The pigeons sing some ridiculous song as the sun lights rainbows on the slicks on the street. The rats convene down the most local alley gnawing on their most delicious found meat. The city’s alive with a desperate hunger, a … Continue reading →

It was elegant. It was perfect. It was quick and sweet and it lacked all the typical messiness of a longer affair. It ended right at the start. We weren’t good for each other in the long run that was … Continue reading →

When that beautiful boy broke your pretty little heart did it hurt? Was it crushing when he said he wanted to see other people – lots of other people – any people who weren’t you? Was it a difficult few … Continue reading →

All week I’ve even waiting to see you hoping to run into you praying for a chance encounter like last time. I know we said we’d leave the future to fate but a week’s past and I don’t really think … Continue reading →

I just heard a lyric that said “you should tell your friends that you love them” or something like that. The singer of said song is now dead – he passed tragically young in a comical event involving a synchronized … Continue reading →

I had seen the movie with your name just weeks before I met you. Now, I’m not one who sees signs and allusions in every action – except I totally am. I search for patterns and rhythms in dates and … Continue reading →

It is infuriating, sometimes how police officers – allegedly peace officers – waste their jackbooted time bothering the law-abiding rather than going after actual criminals. The number of times I’ve been harassed just because of my white power tattoos and … Continue reading →

Something’s gone wrong. There is an element in the air that was previously not there. I can’t identify what’s different but we’re toxic now. We’ve lost it. Tension surrounds us where before there was jasmine and technicolor. If there was … Continue reading →

I’d suggested brunch because I thought a daytime place would be quiet, civilized but I didn’t anticipate The Esteban Choi Trio playing unrecognizable jazz standards while our eggs get cold. My dining companion is beautiful and kind and I thought … Continue reading →