Monthly Archives: October 2017

I guess I never realized just how beautiful you are. When it began to dawn on me, I grew horrified about how I had behaved. Please believe me had I understood how objectively gorgeous everybody knew you to be I’d … Continue reading →

You were so plump so flush so full of potential at the start. The zest, the sense of possibility was tangible all around you. In your presence I could almost smell the pulpy goodness. But you’ve spent your years refusing … Continue reading →

Is there anybody out there? It doesn’t matter. I’ve stopped listening stopped looking. I am done with the outside world. It is easier in here with my books and my poetry to protect me. I shall remain separate from society … Continue reading →

I didn’t think I could do it despite my claims. I didn’t really believe I could turn off the faucet so quickly and completely. I lacked faith in myself. In our past, I’d said I would do anything for you, … Continue reading →

On the day after our anniversary I was warned by the umpteenth advisor to keep my distance from you. They can all see with painfully little evidence how bad a bet you are and how unwise it would be to … Continue reading →

I just heard all about the party you had without me. It sounds like it was a fucking good time. I’m not sad and I’m not angry that I never received an invitation – except I am both those things … Continue reading →

Down Georgia way a smoldering zine publisher found a beautiful seamstress and made love to her (using the old definition involving pitching woo and moving in with her sisters). He was honest with her and she knew he might never … Continue reading →

He died today (two years ago {but today I did not remember}). I am an awful son who does not honor his father as he should. I would say that I will do better but I have little interest in … Continue reading →

She doesn’t want to see me anymore. She’s made that quite clear with words gestures, court-mandated sessions… I get it finally. It makes me wonder, though, why she’s always at my clubhouse. She has her own places to be where … Continue reading →

You drive her home but she’s in no hurry to get out of the car and that’s all right because you didn’t much want to say goodnight just yet anyway. You talk quietly. You kiss softly. You kiss some more … Continue reading →