Monthly Archives: April 2017

If you hear her name do not turn or shake or sweat or show any other sign of tremendous duress. Do not let her get to you. She had months for that, why let her now? If you see her … Continue reading →

The pinpoint laser cannon worked just as advertised. There seemed no remains of him after all the heat and light had dissipated. There was no sign of the fine young man, a fan of late period Leonard Cohen and all … Continue reading →

Yeah, it’s no big deal but by coming over here at this very moment you just happened to interrupt me in completing a poem about you. I’m not angry but, see, I am distracted. I was in the zone there, … Continue reading →

The children are required to read for twenty minutes so I have roughly half that time to write. It is like I am Tillie Olsen, if Tillie Olsen had a job for three hours a day and was not required … Continue reading →

I refuse to feel guilty for what was done. Mistakes were made, perhaps, but they were made for righteous reasons. The money I took was just money you owed me. I’d have already been paid if the world was but … Continue reading →

Holy shit! I just realized that I didn’t think to hunt down the post-Easter candy sales. All those expired eggs half off, and I missed them all. Do I no longer seek out deals? Have I become health conscious? Has … Continue reading →

You don’t deserve Manhattan. Your attitude and prejudices simply do not serve the city and leave you looking like a parasite. You think there is nothing here but instead there is everything. I just saw a zombie on the upper … Continue reading →

I wrote this poem without my glasses and I want to say that, like a blind man, my other senses compensating making the composition easier, but in reality eerutjomg anpit tje [rp cess was omcredon;u dofoci; don’t you think?

The flowers you sent have at last stopped withering. Everything dies.

When I woke up I knew what the day would bring and had a good sense as to what the next few years would be like. I had reasonable expectations of what was to come. By mid-day, little had changed. … Continue reading →