Monthly Archives: April 2017

Saying things that are honest is no fun. It leaves you open to ridicule and shame and beatings and finger-pointings – which might be the worst. I guess saying things that are honest could have some rewards if what is … Continue reading →

Dawn. It’s too fucking early for any mortal to be awake. Why did God create a six o’clock if not to punish his sinning servants? Perhaps the Devil built this evil hour and the ones before it to make the … Continue reading →

At the top of the building across the street from my mother’s house sits one of my father’s offices. They kept relocating him across the city. He’s not there anymore (at this hour he never was); he retired years ago … Continue reading →

I knew I shouldn’t have bothered you again. I knew I should have just let it go, should’ve realized that two ships passing in the night sea is perfectly lovely imagery. I knew I should have let it be. I … Continue reading →

The 24-hour diner has one of those revolving trays where all the desserts spin round and round, tempting, teasing, taunting with their sugared goodness. The multicolored mousse is most appealing this evening. I can’t have it. I can’t afford it … Continue reading →

The kid in the back seat asks about the sandwich bag packed with powder in the seat next to her. "That’s not powder," I say, "It’s ash. "That’s my father over there." The kid doesn’t know what I’m talking about. … Continue reading →

The umbrella is bigger than the girl and with every gust of wind she risks flying away going off to some wonderworld where her umbrella might stab some vampire or a grasshopper will steal a hat. All kinds of adventures … Continue reading →

I’m sorry sometimes I’m weird but some days I just realize how ugly how awkward how inappropriate I am and it makes me act creepy or loopy or sometimes borderline-stalkery. It’s not how I want to come off – anything … Continue reading →

The instructor by the beams at my baby girl’s gym is a tight little number who exercises my imagination and stretches my erotic neuroses. As she twists and bends my little girl into barely imaginable positions, she revs me up … Continue reading →

Please take my couch. It is still in good shape and looks wonderful but I no longer find comfort on this sofa that my girlfriend and I used to cuddle on now that I am aware of all the sex … Continue reading →