Monthly Archives: September 2017

It’s an honor just to be nominated. …it would have been an honor to be nominated. It might have been an honor if anyone had thought to nominate me. It could have been nice to be nominated. It could’ve been … Continue reading →

I’m sorry. When you told me to watch that very special episode of Growing Pains, that you thought it would speak to me, I took note folded the note up, and put it in my pocket, at the same time … Continue reading →

At his grave site a year too late a better inscription comes to me words that would unite his disparate worlds a statement we could all agree upon: Constant teacher. Constant learner. My bad, dad. Next time, I’ll do better. … Continue reading →

At the cemetery I thought we could find his final resting place by memory (even though the individual rows of graves have names to help in just such a circumstance). We asked for no directions and simply trekked out expecting … Continue reading →

I found your secret stash where you hide the goodies from me so that you can sneak off in the middle of the night or when I’m at the comic book store or whenever I’m elsewhere unable to see you. … Continue reading →

I am not a pretty boy. I am not just a pretty boy. I have more than my curvy figure to recommend me. I have a brain beyond this subtle shape so many find so appealing, a fanciful charm beyond … Continue reading →

Monty and Muriel are dead. I knew neither of them but people I love feel an absence due to their respective absences so I feel a little something, too. Grant is also dead. He’s a stranger to me, as well, … Continue reading →

I love you more than the world and would do anything for you but don’t ask me to give up meat or cheese or donuts or extra-relational sex with the untested or dumpster diving. I will change anything you request … Continue reading →

I voted because I’m better than you. I voted because I believe in something. I voted because it is my duty as a citizen of this land to speak my mind and make my voice heard for all who could … Continue reading →

Nobody uses the Google anymore or even text-based keyboards since thought-driven tech got so cheap. There’s a Museum of Wires for all the things that we used to plug into other things. Nobody goes. All the Starbucks are closing down. … Continue reading →