Monthly Archives: April 2018

The skirt you didn’t wear The oath I didn’t make The sex act you never asked for The sex act I never completed The trip we never took The dinners we never made The friends we never hated The dances … Continue reading →

Whatever lessons you’re supposed to get our of the story of the flying father and son let me ask: why is the pater the supposed superior scientist? Daddy Daedalus deemed it dangerous to dare to dive directly at the sun … Continue reading →

Some poets never need to get heard. Some playwrights never need to be read. Some hashtags never need to win at tic tac toe. Some boyfriends never need to find love. The world is full of also-rans and never-was’es and … Continue reading →

Lovely little day. Sun shining bright. Children all a’racing just as fast as they might. Nannies out smoking; daddies out, too. Doggies chasing squirrels and then doing the doo. Families are grilling; sizzling the meats. Veggies roasting too: smells like … Continue reading →

This body is not bendable. I must stretch a great deal before even the least strenuous of activities. I choke and grunt when standing or sitting down or staying still too long. I can fight for no one’s honor least … Continue reading →

Your old neighborhood doesn’t miss you. It doesn’t recognize your absence. There is no hole no crater in the space you once held. No memorials in your empty apartment no plaques to commemorate the time you spent in those old … Continue reading →

The puppy’s very much into licking my glasses which is not a particular fetish of mine. I don’t much mind wet paw prints on my slacks or the subsequent claylike stains that follow. (they usually come out after a wash … Continue reading →

A draft of an older piece painted a perfect portrait of my feelings for you but, in fact, predated you by quite a few months. I’d like to think that some sort of artistic augury had me listening to the … Continue reading →

Look at yourself with your sad eyes in your low lands: You know full well that it could be worse. Much worse. Orders of magnitude worse. You could be dead in a ditch. You could be dead in a ditch … Continue reading →

Thank you. I don’t say it enough. I probably don’t say it ever except sarcastically or when you pay for my lap dance. You’ve been a good friend and I have not been vocal about that. I don’t think I’ve … Continue reading →