Monthly Archives: March 2017

In the twenty first gestation was a slave to biology and only women were capable of carrying so gender roles were less fluid than they eventually became. Males would protect the home while females would feather the nest. These differences … Continue reading →

There is an encroaching white menacingly mighty threatening to take everything around it transforming everything into its own elegant simplicity. There is an expanse of white a blinding basic view with no details no specificity nothing that separates it from … Continue reading →

We have been friends for decades and days and have each helped the other in myriad ways. Remember last week when I gave you my crack? Well, I fear, dearest friend, it’s time for payback. Fuck my wife and I’ll … Continue reading →

They used to sell stuff right here on the corner. There was a blanket with LPs and books and the salesmen would change every few weeks but the product was all pretty much the same. There used to be stores … Continue reading →

I don’t know if you remember the stone I gave you past the middle of our Junior year? It was a small golden disk and on it was etched the word Integrity? You hugged me tight when you received it … Continue reading →

Watch TV at dinner. Make sure it’s a nature show so your stepchild can learn how the runt of the litter does not always receive the same nutrition as the able-bodied critters. Act accordingly. Send her to the Dollar Store … Continue reading →

I touched your hair while you were asleep. I stroked it a little not so much as to wake you, though, clearly. After all those hours on the streets and then waiting to get the keys and finally entering your … Continue reading →

This note is to inform you that I have moved out of our apartment because I no longer like the way that you smile at me. I am suspicious of your friendliness and want to have nothing to do with … Continue reading →

Oh, for the love of… just stop. Stop it with your alleged kindness and your tragic attempts to make me feel good. They feel bad. Your compliments are painful to hear and do nothing but hurt me. Let it be. … Continue reading →

Bruce Springsteen wrote "No Surrender," about seeking to keep promises made during a rebellious youth. It doesn’t work out for the narrator the way he’d hoped way back in the day.. Hiroo Onoda wrote No Surrender, too, detailing his 30 … Continue reading →