Monthly Archives: April 2017

The heat is palpable. I can feel her next to me despite inches of separation. I feel her move. I sense her presence from the changes in the air between us long before our thighs glance off each other. It … Continue reading →

You keep accusing me of writing nasty poems about you when really I’m just writing nasty poems. I don’t think you come up as often as you ragingly state you do. That piece last month called For the Gipper was … Continue reading →

In retrospect, it’s all much clearer. The conditions seem much different from this different perspective and additional knowledge make hindsight twenty twenty, ten out of ten. In retrospect, she wasn’t that pretty. In retrospect, she was kind of a bitch … Continue reading →

Well, I finally got around to reading your book and let me tell you: it was very well typed. I thought the title was quite apt and the punctuation was spot on! You had a very clear vision that was … Continue reading →

This one goes out to the hand jobs I missed, to the alleyway assignations I accidentally avoided, to all those lips which I proved unable to kiss. Raise a glass to the night and its infinite opportunities only available if … Continue reading →

Admit that you’re scared and then do something about it. Admit that you’re scared and take a chance. Admit that you’re scared that you’re worried that you’re unlovable and irrelevant and maybe even insipid. Admit it and get past it. … Continue reading →

The thing I’m trying to say is I haven’t connected to anyone like this in quite some time. I don’t say these kind of words with any frequency or any accuracy and I don’t meet people like you often. I … Continue reading →

So this is the emotion I’m supposed to feel? The form of connection to the world that will make me grow as an individual? This feeling and others like it this is how I’m supposed to become a better person? … Continue reading →

Well, I can’t say you didn’t warn me. You told me you were just being friendly, that you were so good at feigning interest and boys were so used to getting the wrong idea. You provided me ample access to … Continue reading →

Sidewalk cafes are not the best for writing if you’re so busy watching the street that you barely notice your notebook. It’s an awful coincidence that the same season when it’s warm enough to drink outdoors is the exact same … Continue reading →