Monthly Archives: June 2017

I’ve been thinking about it making estimates, guesstimates and general assumptions. I think I know based on prior examples where she’ll be tonight and I’ve got a good idea what sort of mood she’ll be in. Still, I won’t know … Continue reading →

If you happen to have been looking out your window around eleven twenty last night, perhaps because you haven’t yet gotten over your relationship with Pall Mall despite what you’ve claimed to your room-mate, then you might have noticed a … Continue reading →

Whatever storms may come, however great the distance the danger and the damage, I will get there, wherever “there” may be. I will find you. I am no Odysseus and my trek not near as extensive, expansive or artistically expressed, … Continue reading →

Late, we decided to part but not before exchanging basic information. After providing me the eleven digits she watched me put the information onto my offsite memory receptacle. Then I dialed her number as she wondered what game I was … Continue reading →

She read about the Waffle House poetically, her right foot twisting methodically considering the state of the magic of the south. There is something sadly beautiful about a girl opining about a store chain from a part of the world … Continue reading →

He was hurting her and she tried to make it better, to calm him, make him complacent. “It’s cool; let’s go,” she said in the wake of his rage, a snow cone in the furnace. He would have none of … Continue reading →

At Arby’s* they have a bell that you can ring to show your appreciation and satisfaction with the experience. At my college they have a bell that you can ring when you have completed your coursework and are soon to … Continue reading →

So it didn’t work out quite as planned. Don’t be sad or darkened, or decimated, devastated, depressed, driven down to some dumb crumb. No, she didn’t come to you like you hoped she would, but not every Jenny arrives exactly … Continue reading →

In an instant the plan came together. I was so excited at how easily the pieces became placed: Go to the bodega to buy two dozen roses for ten dollars because they’re unaware of the occasion so they don’t know … Continue reading →

The men’s room here used to have a much lower barricade so that while taking a crap you were somehow in the middle of an awkward social scene. That changed sometime back probably because enough folks complained about the lack … Continue reading →