Monthly Archives: April 2017

I’m sorry your garage burnt down. I’m sorry your workday got expanded by like three hours and that overtime has been eliminated. I’m sorry you got caught with your hand in the till and your pants and on the chopping … Continue reading →

It was the whiskey in the jar that kept the wee-wee out the hole. I was paying too much attention to my alcohol and not enough on her needs or even my abilities. I tried and tried then cried and … Continue reading →

Tell me about your dogs growing up. Did you walk them or just let them roam the yard? Did you have space to get lost on your property? What was it like to be from a town where everybody knew … Continue reading →

I’m gonna stop circling your block any minute now. You’re probably not even home. You may not even be in town for all I know. I’m gonna stop sniffing out your trail. There’s no reason to as you’ve made abundantly … Continue reading →

The party’s over; it’s a new day. Sunshine glints off the leftover tray. Stumbling past all of last night’s mess, your eyes rest on what will fill you best: Cake breakfast cake breakfast cake breakfast. Not nutritious but quite delicious! … Continue reading →

You can’t make me watch you die. That’s my choice and whether I make it or not is still entirely up in the air. You can do what you’re going to do obviously but I can’t imagine why I’d want … Continue reading →

The busman would not open the door for me even though I was at the bus stop. He just passed me by and, though caught by a red light, would still not open his doors. It’s a simple act. He’s … Continue reading →

If the wrong man does the right thing is it truly the right thing or still somehow a travesty because someone wrong was involved? Can a good act come from a bad man? Is honesty right if the truth causes … Continue reading →

I’m afraid to ask after Carmine. I haven’t seen him anywhere for weeks but I can’t say anything. I worry about what I’ll hear, what I might learn. If he’s gone I guess life goes on. It’s not like I’d … Continue reading →

You don’t know me probably. I’m one of the thousands of boys who lusted after you in your heyday way back when. I watched your show on VCR over and over and over until the tapes wore and snapped. I … Continue reading →