Monthly Archives: June 2018

Lesley Gore sang songs of empowerment. She said she’d cry if she wanted. She told us not to tell her what to do and that we didn’t own her at a point when we needed to hear it but Lesley … Continue reading →

If you ask what a poem is about, do not be surprised to receive an answer like, “it is about the spectral wind” or “have you ever experienced an autumn melancholy? It very much like that – but in boysenberry” … Continue reading →

You’re a fucking idiot if you think you can keep drawing from the same account indefinitely and expect never to receive some sort of penalty. Everyone suffers from withdrawal eventually. How did you think that account would continue recouping and … Continue reading →

If you have a father, happy Father’s Day. If you have a mother, thank her for her part. If you have a sister, go in on a gift for that mister. If you have a kid, accept their finger-painted art. … Continue reading →

I wish I’d known more about what you were going through so I could have helped you (so I could have saved you {so I could have appeared in the nick of time as the Big Strong Hero and protected … Continue reading →

When we first met I was more interested in your blonde friend but when you first massaged my cock my priorities sort of shifted. You were so warm and friendly and smart and pretty and willing to do interesting things … Continue reading →

I live on the rags and bones of other people’s lives perhaps because it is easier than finding things of my own. Choosing takes responsibility and it is certainly easier in this land of opportunity to take the opportunity to … Continue reading →

Is it possible that you’ve drunk enough tonight to forget this conversation tomorrow? Might you perhaps be so generous as to lack the memory to recall yesterday when next you wake? Is this a reasonable request? Is it something you … Continue reading →

He said, This is a song about my cat, but then, when you think about it, aren’t all songs really about our cats? We, the audience, thought about it, and finally came to the conclusion that No, we’re afraid not. … Continue reading →

Believe it or not she’s getting better. The tears and tantrums are signs that she’s processing through some of this, at least. Angry as she seems she’s beginning to understand the gravity of the situation and is closer to addressing … Continue reading →