Monthly Archives: February 2018

I guess justice had its run. I suppose righteousness and morals, in vogue for a few years there, are out of the picture and now it’s time for something else. Something stronger. Something shifty. Something dark. It seems like tides … Continue reading →

Bill Mantlo’s not dead though his career sure is. After the hit and run back in ninety one, he cracked his head, left less eloquent than the Hulk, Bill wouldn’t be writing any more comics. He’d been winding down for … Continue reading →

Fish speak to me as I dream. They tell me truths I could never hear with eyes wide open, with mind wholly shut. They swim with me in the night, whispering wisdom that could change my life or all our … Continue reading →

Here’s a funny story and by that I mean here’s a story. This girl – for the purpose of the story, let’s call her Lisa – she was sitting at the same bar I was and we were both alone. … Continue reading →

To the off-color fellow who read my recent poem which included the word “rape” and thought it an invitation to misogyny: I need some clarity. Please, if you will, help a non-sister out and provide some insight. It is obvious … Continue reading →

I could not long tolerate the blessed smiles on the faces of my horrid friends so I left the party to wander the streets and ponder life’s greater problems but really I simply stood on the corner outside your window … Continue reading →

The Christmas bonus never came through so now I’m wondering how I’ll pay for all the murders I had hoped would make my life more bearable. Perhaps I could invest in some gunnery and express my right to bear arms … Continue reading →

My therapist keeps telling me it’s time to rape a bitch – though not quite with those words. He explains that I need to exude confidence. I must present myself as deserving of others’ affections and assume, under all circumstances, … Continue reading →

My therapist keeps telling me I can’t punch a motherfucker or argue with my boss or fist fight with my mom or teach those young whippersnappers a thing or two when they litter in the park. Over and over again, … Continue reading →

To Sister Louisa Immaculata, the hot nun with whom I volunteered at the pantry last weekend who subsequently rejected all my advances: I am sorry for consequently cursing at you both so frequently and so enthusiastically. I shouldn’t have called … Continue reading →