Monthly Archives: March 2017

When they refused to serve my mother late to the table I said we could not frequent their establishment and got up in a huff. It’s a shame that not all of my party was as quick to follow my … Continue reading →

Across the courtyard out of reach are a thousand windows presenting a thousand rooms with a thousand different tenants in a thousand hospital beds. Each window shows an individual story a thousand words long – at least – with many … Continue reading →

You were Harry’s imaginary friend until Harry went to college became Harold and wouldn’t return your calls. You tried to adopt another kid, some Tom or Dick to call your very own but it didn’t work out. You ended up … Continue reading →

If I could write poems as often as I shit my pants I’d like to think that I’d probably be too busy to shit my pants anymore. But then again the whole thought experiment blows up if I didn’t shit … Continue reading →

Keep it in your pants and don’t go off half-cocked. I’m not sure what you’ve heard or what stories you may be spreading but Nicky’s all right. He’s A-OK. Sure, Nicholas hasn’t been around in a while. I haven’t seen … Continue reading →

When Natalie loved me there was hope. When Natalie loved me there was somewhere to go moves still to make. The game wasn’t done then back when Natalie loved me. She was wonderful and new and exuberance bled from our … Continue reading →

Hivemind: give me a hand. There was this feeling I had about this girl who shall remain nameless because of the other parties involved. She made me feel… something. Was it lust? Euphoria? Did I invent a new emotion to … Continue reading →

Art seems somewhat pointless in this age of epic struggles and criminal gods. It is hard to see value in dick jokes and sobs in the face of the upcoming battles. Who cares if you didn’t get the girl? Who … Continue reading →