Monthly Archives: December 2017

She says, “can’t you do anything else?” as I look over her shoulder, hoping that someday she’ll finish her math. “Of course I can,” I say, “but I can’t imagine anything that would give me more pleasure that sitting here, … Continue reading →

For all the myriad social and aesthetic crimes that can be placed at the feet of Solvognen, the performance art troop that initially played the prank that grew to become SantaCom, crawling across forty countries and a billion bars, they … Continue reading →

If you fuck me, I’d really appreciate it. If you would fuck me, it could be such fun. It might be a story you tell all your friends, ’bout when you fucked that one guy and then run. I’d buy … Continue reading →

When you’re feeling small when the world is crushing down with more force than Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam you can scream out your story and should. You can whisper it or even simply blink out your miserable tale in … Continue reading →

Regarding your party: so far I have had a miserable time at your event. Because you are so assuredly popular, negotiating anything since entering your building has proven most frustrating. Were you any less charming or less familiar with so … Continue reading →

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree which may prove problematic for the apple seeds seeking purchase in the ground which offers all its nutrients to the giant tree sucking them up. The seeds can only struggle in the … Continue reading →

There was something a thing I was going to say but it seems to have escaped me. It’s so annoying when that phrase that concept that innovation the thing that was scratching around somewhere in your skull, just on the … Continue reading →

Your heart pumps. Your blood rages. Your eyes bulge and your sinews cramp but you continue through it all. Your machine is working at one hundred and three percent which it can maintain for only moments which may not be … Continue reading →

Hey, hundred dollars that I thought lost on 97th Street the other day, but was really just hidden, folded into my ones so I didn’t realize I had you with me all along: I’m ever so glad I found you, … Continue reading →

I dream of my dead father dying, still. The other night, I was pushing a wagon, surprised to see my dad not yet dead within the wagon. I turn to my mom, shocked, excited to inform her that he wasn’t … Continue reading →