Monthly Archives: June 2017

The air is sweet, the clouds puffed. The breeze is mild persistent and cool, and the sound is funky. You’d have liked this show. You’d have called it relaxing. I’m sorry that I never took you to Brooklyn to see … Continue reading →

Honey, there’s no need to take it so serious. It happens to every girl every now and again. Might as well lie back and enjoy, if you’ve heard that before. Sweetheart, if you’re just going to take offense at every … Continue reading →

Dear Terry Pratchett, Thank you for all the writing you’ve done for me – and the rest of the world as well, of course. Your brilliance and ways with a phrase are renowned and appreciated I can tell you that. … Continue reading →

I know you’re quoting me. I can tell that you’re listening to what I say and appropriating the parts that you like. You’re sampling me. You’re collecting my ideas and you’re using them for your own suspicious purposes. I get … Continue reading →

You knew what you had to do. You knew the options in front of you, the opportunities available. It was all clearly laid out for you. Laid? Lain? Whatever. You knew what you were getting into. You had a clear … Continue reading →

At the club all the girls are going to the bathroom together into single-stall rooms. I can’t decide if they’re involved in aberrant sex or godless opium abuse. Either way, I want in but they won’t talk to me before … Continue reading →

There’s a sweet little girl in the park wearing a t-shirt that reads "Whatever" like there’s nothing in the universe that matters. Somebody went to the effort of selecting the shirt and paying for it and providing it to this … Continue reading →

Is your brother your keeper? Is your family responsible for your decisions even when you’ve left them, even when you live apart? Must you all fight each other’s battles after schism, division, and civil war? If you’re paying your own … Continue reading →

The thumbtacks hold the string that makes visible the lines that show all the connections between all the secrets that they all want to keep from us all. I have many colors of string but only one kind of thumbtack: … Continue reading →

There are three girls throughout my storied history whom I dreamed about drinking Sprite with great significance and meaning. Jennifer came to me at night in high school at a time where I never thought anyone would ever want me. … Continue reading →