Monthly Archives: May 2017

Yes, and there may come a day when you may walk down a lonely road thumb out hoping for answers in this country as you define just who you might be. You may see beautiful houses next to shotgun shacks … Continue reading →

You were the It Couple the center of attention in your little scene the eye of the storm. You two were the rage everyone wanted to get all up into. Y’all were important for about a minute. You were Johnny … Continue reading →

The old dog sees me coming close and struggles to get up. I reach down to pet him and he shakes to his feet shambling away from me searching for a better place to rest in peace. I am sorry, … Continue reading →

You have a job and you have your orders and you have a need to keep the peace but watch what you’re doing. Be careful what you say and be wary what you do for the old shriveled man loitering … Continue reading →

The morning is bright and the sunlight burns and the dawn too close to be a pleasant memory. The lamppost asks “Don’t you want somebody to trust?” and I think about it because there is a Don’t Walk sign ahead … Continue reading →

Mrs. Johnson, in her nineties, no longer has to worry about the color line or the gender line or the widow line. Everyone’s a widow at her age – except for the widowers – and a ninety eight year old … Continue reading →

That sure is a whole lot of tits in that piece and I think I see two multi-gendered groins to boot. Is that what the artist was going for, do you think? A cornucopia of sexual organs? Are breasts really … Continue reading →

Sometimes the worst of circumstances yield strangely positive results like when you realize your job is so shitty it doesn’t matter what you do and you start looking for ways to get fired and suddenly going in becomes lot of … Continue reading →

In my defense I didn’t know. In my defense I assumed I knew better than the professionals than those with experience than those that had been provided super secret information that I had not been privy to. I figured I … Continue reading →

(After Harmontown) Danny’s gramma is pretty cool. Danny’s gramma killed a guy but it was a while ago; he’d probably be dead by now anyway. Danny’s gramma had her throat cut but still fought the guy off. After, she called … Continue reading →