Monthly Archives: March 2018

Hey. Hey, kid: With the straight back and the frequent blink. You all right? You alone? Come over. Cop a seat. Everything OK? Be honest. Doesn’t matter to me much either way. I’m just wondering stranger to stranger out here … Continue reading →

I don’t know if I’ve ever said this before but you are very much shorter than me. I just thought it should be said. I’m not laying judgment and I’m not suggesting a solution and I’m not even suggesting a … Continue reading →

You know you’ve lost it as you so frequently do. You can tell that whatever skills you had once – maybe even this morning – have dissipated like the snow on the nascent leaves… don’t even try it. It’s gone. … Continue reading →

I wore the Stuyvesant shirt again. People take offense sometimes that I would flagrantly present this shameless symbol of my past but it is not shameless. I am not ashamed of this egghead institution or we geeks who inherit this … Continue reading →

A dream of bowling? Is that what’s going on? What else could it be? Why would I ever just happen to come into a bowling alley? What shoes are on my feet? What shirt lays upon my shoulders? What heinous … Continue reading →

The website we never made for the perfect wedding we never had for the marriage that never occurred is about to lose the URL we bought and held on to for online storage for the event. You didn’t want to … Continue reading →

You swore you would get to the party by seven so I figured it was safe if I showed up by eight. It is nine forty five and you’re not here and I don’t know any of these people and … Continue reading →

On the twenty third day of the experiment he attained some sort of a breakthrough and achieved a connection to an alternate consciousness. After days of struggle it appears additional cognitive functions were unleashed and he gained abilities well beyond … Continue reading →

Tell me stories. Let me sit by your calves as you think back on the past and recall what made you just what you are and how you came to be here. I would love to know the history that … Continue reading →

This is not the first time I have been stunned silent by beauty such as yours nor the first time I’ve had to offer praise through petty lines in pretty pieces of paper to make up for a shriveled voice … Continue reading →