Monthly Archives: June 2017

Were it any other time at any other place I might have been more forgiving, more willing to share that crunchy cookie of compromise. I’d have felt less righteous more self-conscious. Even after all your simply ridiculous behavior, I’d have … Continue reading →

She came back in and quietly closed the door. She knelt to pet the dog. She went and unloaded the dishwasher completely – even the dishes that weren’t hers. “Are there any apples?” She asked. “Check the fridge.” She sat … Continue reading →

Your new love sounds wonderful. Your new love seems smart. Obviously, your new love is handsome and strong and secure and will never treat you badly like your last love did or the one before that or any of the … Continue reading →

So you failed yesterday. You may fail tomorrow, too. It doesn’t matter. Every day is a fresh opportunity to face your troubles and try to overcome them. Even if you’ve fucked it up for eighteen consecutive months you have a … Continue reading →

You were walking down Ninth Avenue with me, obviously seeking to maintain my speed as we passed light after light after light. You wore a tight halter top, a tight pencil skirt, fishnet tights – you were generally tight and … Continue reading →

(For Daniel After Cavafy) When you go to Iceland plan a quick flight so you can find more time to be where you want to be. Take what you can from the airline, its special culture, the unique customs and … Continue reading →

My favorite Joe Jackson is the worst Joe Jackson. His third album tanked without a single or a tour to support it but Beat Crazy, always hard to find, has always been my prize. The album knew it was a … Continue reading →

For most of the afternoon I hung around my apartment eating tomatoes drinking seltzer and doing the things one does when alone. I really don’t want to get into it but after a while the walls started to sprout invisible … Continue reading →

She is first with a barb or an insult to make all in attendance aware of her way with wit – like a whip. She is sharp. She is stunning. She is destructive mostly to herself. She makes the jokes, … Continue reading →

The way you dance is poetry and dissonance. Cannibalized: six hates seven ’cause seven ate nine. Sixty nine shows, in numerous aspects, mutual respect. Seventy years old, he is again a child. Building mud cakes made them partners in grime. … Continue reading →