Monthly Archives: April 2018

In the front of the old apartment, a stairwell and down the stairwell a locked exit to which I had the key. When unlocked a basement suite opened eight times larger than my apartment including a sauna pool and, surprisingly, … Continue reading →

The stars visible from this Bronx roof are few and far between but still there are so many more than when I grew up in Manhattan. Is it the borough or time that has made such a difference in the … Continue reading →

When I invited you over to watch the final episode of Dawson’s Creek and we ended up in bed for a rather athletic weekend, I can’t help but feel that you arrived under false pretenses. I had no idea you … Continue reading →

My therapist says I’m not crazy which is something of a relief. He thinks my constant need for attention is normal these days as are my bursts of dance at twenty four minutes past the hour. The voices may be … Continue reading →

In a secluded back room we sit drinking. She tells tales of embarrassing exploits back in the day. I’m excited to hear of her dangerous years but also jealous that I seem to have missed them and worried that I’d … Continue reading →

Shit goddamn. there was never really a chance for you and me, was there? It was just a windy moment we had when we were blown together, wasn’t it? Fuck, I was stupid. I thought it was something real. I … Continue reading →

Apologies to the necrophiles and the philanderers and the eugenicists and the pedarasts and the amputee-rapists and all the other special interest groups groups who have no doubt been offended by the mainstream media and their ridiculous specialist agendas. How … Continue reading →

You missed the show. You missed the last three shows all of which you swore you would catch. You missed the last three shows and talked through the two before that. You missed the last three shows talked through the … Continue reading →

I never got a chance to speak to you about your dog’s death. I’m sorry your dog’s dead. I imagine you two were close what with you owning him sheltering him walking him washing him getting him dewormed as necessary… … Continue reading →

When singing songs about Hitler be as neutral as can be. It is not appropriate to seem especially supportive or even particularly awful about the guy. It’s kind of cliche to be all that critical at this point. Basically avoid … Continue reading →