Monthly Archives: September 2017

For Yom Kippur I weakened and broke my fast. I fought the good fight but couldn’t hack it. I lacked resolve and after two hours off food I had a turkey leg and some fries and a shake and a … Continue reading →

I could do the thing that you ask of me but doesn’t it make more sense for me to fight you tooth and claw blood and sweat tearing through your best defenses ensuring a battle royale that takes us through … Continue reading →

Though doctors were concerned, he insisted. He was ready to leave so they discharged him against recommendation and we got into a rented car to head back home which happened to be hundreds of miles North. I took the wheel … Continue reading →

Doctor, doctor. Tell me what’s wrong. Our session can’t be over; it hasn’t been that long since you opened your door and we started off our chat. We have a quarter hour left; I’m certain of that! Don’t cut this … Continue reading →

I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you. I really hate having to be in this position. Frankly, I was hoping you’d find out all on your own – or, at least, someone else would step … Continue reading →

I couldn’t call the piece “Pimpin’ a Nun,” because that was the punchline of the poem and I didn’t want to give away the game right away so I had to come up with a subtler name, a name that … Continue reading →

She’s too young for you. She doesn’t like the same comics as you. She doesn’t like comics. She drinks too much. She drinks hard stuff. She laughs at the pansy-ass stuff you drink. The way she laughs distracts you, making … Continue reading →

Because of his cruelty Loki is sentenced: bound beneath a titanic snake who drips poison on him so rapidly so repeatedly and with such toxicity that Loki is left burnt and screaming on the regular. Because of her kindness, Sigyn, … Continue reading →

Nobody came to your last fucking show because you neglected to invite anyone, dipshit. If you made the first kind of effort to encourage people to see you maybe they would’ve considered making an appearance. I mean, it’s conceivable. What … Continue reading →

Leap from whatever you see to best prepare for vicious landings. Callous your body with frequent falls. Climb every hillock. Flop into the pond. Inure yourself to every injury day after day year after year. Be your bruises. Experience the … Continue reading →