Monthly Archives: April 2017

Recently I broke up with my dog. The bitch just couldn’t take my yapping anymore. She still looks fetching but I would snap at her, all the time, some crap like, “What you’re looking for? It ain’t me, babe. “You’re … Continue reading →

Please, let this not be the thing that brings about the end. Let this not be the day that kills me. I can take a lot of things but one day, it will all be too much. Let it not … Continue reading →

I don’t look through my albums anymore. I know the images too well have thumbed through them far too frequently. I no longer need sight to recall. I know in my cranial palace which pictures set my heart racing, which … Continue reading →

I’m sorry but though you’ve told me “No” in four different languages with a dozen different dialects, I still maintain a glimmer of hope in our eventual future. No, you explained quite well how we are a bad idea, unwise … Continue reading →

I was telling Jocko about our date the other night and he offered some insight that I previously lacked; he heard my words, took the facts, and restructured thoughts in my head. I guess I feel compelled to ask about … Continue reading →

You did nothing wrong – nothing that everyone else already does. Yours is not a unique crime or any special shame. It’s not your fault. You’re not so bad. You have no sin that’s original. You’ve hurt no one so … Continue reading →

I owe you all sorts of apologies. I haven’t been able to act the same around you since we ate that apple and I learned the truth. In truth, we got along really well at first only because I didn’t … Continue reading →

You should have known I liked you when I told you my middle name. You should have known I liked you when I showed you those scars. You should have known I liked you when I bought you that drink … Continue reading →

Look, Brookes… I don’t want to tell you how to live your life (actually, I want to do that very much. Telling others what to do is really a distinct pleasure of mine), so I’ll simply describe my process and … Continue reading →

For the life of me I could not be sure if the child I was playing with was a boy or a girl. Long hair and rambunctious play confounded gender stereotypes as did a refusal of the kid to give … Continue reading →