Monthly Archives: March 2017

The waiter came back with the order of six pieces of bacon three inches thick and more like small steaks than we could have imagined. “Jesus Christ, that’s good,” she said, while I continued nodding, chewing and drooling all at … Continue reading →

We have to talk about the boy. Things are not going well with him. I’d always assumed he’d be the best of both of us: My speed and your charm. Your will and my wiles. Both of our intense beauty. … Continue reading →

Reconsider me. I may look like a member of the pack but I am not. I’m something else again. I don’t know what I can do to convince you that I’m a different sort of beast. How should I try? … Continue reading →

Looking over her shoulder in the cafe I saw what she jotted into her unlined notebook: “You do not exist.” I didn’t know if the note was for me for herself or someone else who might be spying on her … Continue reading →

That romantic piece of shit poem I wrote you to get us into bed? The one that sounds like a country song all treacly and moist informing you how I’d never give you up or desert you? That crap that … Continue reading →

It was great to meet you last week what with your charm and beauty and willful ways. I have been thinking about you quite a bit since that golden age of yesterday. I find you beguiling. I find you educational. … Continue reading →

When we were in the jury pool you sat next to me which was damned convenient since I’d stared agape an hour earlier or maybe it was because of it. Maybe you recognized the first time ever I saw your … Continue reading →

You’re making it harder for me to make my point. Continuously I find I can do nothing but stutter, sputter out irrelevancies. Inanity upon insanity escapes me when you come around. I’m not half the man I want to be. … Continue reading →

Thank you for the warning about these awful conditions on these terrible days. I appreciate the information you so effortlessly offer, but honestly I have no intention of falling for the foreseeable future. When I tread upon the ice I … Continue reading →

You ask me why I picked you. Why, out of all the girls in all the gin joints in all the world, I looked your way and thought, “cool beans.” Clearly, you’re curious what made me believe that ours could … Continue reading →