Monthly Archives: August 2017

The Guam Touristry Board would like you to know that everything’s fine. There is nothing to worry about. If you just look away for a moment, everything will soon be back to normal. The Architectural Association of Guam would like … Continue reading →

In an awful way I hope that it’s true and the worst in fact occurred and this isn’t just another accidental game of telephone. I hope that someone is not playing with our hearts and heads again but then it … Continue reading →

Sometimes I lie. Sometimes I wring my words out to find newer more practical meanings. Sometimes I practically deceive, I detract, I deteriorate concepts, alter them around my choices and then define everything else in entirely new ways. Sometimes, accidentally, … Continue reading →

I thought I knew what love was. I thought I understood what it was to share to be with someone to care to love and be loved. I thought I comprehended these basic things but when I see the relationship … Continue reading →

I hope you fail more. I hope your failures grow your incompetence proves obvious. I hope that the erroneous information you often expound upon increases incrementally until escalating into excruciating areas. I hope your mistakes are big and frequent and … Continue reading →

The graffiti on the bathroom wall read “Please fuck me…” and followed with “2017,” so you knew it was current. You knew it was real. But I didn’t know if I could really follow through. How can you fuck a … Continue reading →

Please delete all the messages I left yesterday while your phone was off but before you explained that fact to me. I was in free fall, wondering why I hadn’t heard from you desperately waiting for your return call – … Continue reading →

Situationally, I have my reasons for not dogging your doorstep these last few weeks. I have been quite busy what with the voyage to Vermont and the days of vertigo and a very special Different Strokes episode finally available on … Continue reading →

Why are you so cold so hard? Why are you so different than the way we were just a few hours ago? If I am hugging you to say goodbye why must the moment be so difficult? If this will … Continue reading →

Wandering these streets my feet the only map, my eyes and skull seem trapped in some battle for my soul. Thoughts fly like missiles whistling past my brain as I struggle to attain some semblance of control. I have no … Continue reading →