Monthly Archives: August 2017

Arthur, old friend, I love you like a brother whose birthday I don’t bother to celebrate. I have known you since the beginning of days or at least since we first needed condoms. Since you needed condoms. We have great … Continue reading →

To the editors of Writerly Writers dot tv: the writing prompts you provided for the last few weeks have been sadly dissatisfying. I don’t know what you were thinking presuming I’ll be able to write a novel based on your … Continue reading →

The light bathes your body but it does not flicker and you can feel it before you open your eyes onto the sun. Your pillow is sand and your bed is made of sand, too. You seem to have pulled … Continue reading →

It’s harder to like Lucas with his smug toothless smile and his requirement of entitlements. He always acts like he has the answers but really, rarely does. His brother is better. Grant seems so responsible so mature though he’s barely … Continue reading →

The heels had been left in the middle of the hallway some time before dawn, when I found them coming back from the ashes of the reception. The hotel was mostly deserted and the hall had lost its residents to … Continue reading →

The Summer’s about to end and the new school year is gonna be just another crapfuck of a Fall – maybe the last school Fall if aid doesn’t come or I discover some heretofore unknown distant relative with a shit … Continue reading →

There’s a new Starbucks where I used to purchase a slice. I really miss that pizza but the gentry thinks it quite nice. Doesn’t it always seem to be that gentrification happens to me? Cost a twenty for my order … Continue reading →

In 79 AD, Mount Vesuvius erupted burying Herculaneum, Stabiae and Pompeii in ash. In 410, King Alaric’s Visigoths began their pillage of Rome. Forty five years later, Vandals led by king Genseric would repeat the feat but with a little … Continue reading →

The moral of the story is that love is for suckers. The moral of the story is the prince may be in disguise – even as a princess. The moral of the story is always come prepared or don’t come … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s not a conspiracy. Maybe there are no political ramifications regarding your rejection. Maybe it has nothing to do with gender bias or antisemitism or your racial makeup or the color coding on your files or that you might … Continue reading →