Monthly Archives: January 2018

When you said I could walk you home at the end of the day, I ran out of the place excited, nervous, energetic and a little bit sick. I was enthusiastic for the opportunity to spend a little time with … Continue reading →

If you are reading this note it is because I have run away. I am gone from you now and you are never never never never never going to find me. Ever. By the time you read this I shall … Continue reading →

I really thought we were gonna do it. I expected us to be the couple to make it to prove that you could meet in grade school and last to the very end and I guess we did last to … Continue reading →

The word choice, I admit, was uninspired. It was a cliche, thoughtless, and really, truly beneath both of us. I should have been more thoughtful in how I composed myself and my language and I can assure you that languidly … Continue reading →

My reverse clone side-eyes me, disgusted. On the alternate plane where he was gene-spliced in a cellular bath on an asteroid belt somewhere near Sirius he conquered his star system in his tweens. By the time he had finished high … Continue reading →

It’s good that you’re writing songs now a step in the right direction but is there any way that you might consider making them just a little bit less Springsteen? No, I don’t. I love Springsteen. I think he’s the … Continue reading →

Lars seems great. He’s smart and tall and definitely into you. So attentive. So attractive. You could do a lot worse than Lars – hell, I know you have, a dozen times. Lars is a catch and I’m proud of … Continue reading →

The secrets you have yet to share are the ones I am most interested in. Whatever aspects you have kept from me are the depths I hope to plumb. I’ll keep digging through your history in the hopes of further … Continue reading →

When there is no one else competing the contest is even harder, for the only person you have to beat is you and the rules you place at the start of the race. And sure, you can cheat in this … Continue reading →

Nine times nine is just the time that my father would have if he were alive. He’d have passed through his decade numbered through nine were he still around, if he but thrived. It’s over two years since my dad … Continue reading →