Monthly Archives: December 2018

Times are changing, that’s for sure, and no one’s sure, in time’s midst, if it’s for good or ill but on that topic everyone has an opinion or three. Clearly this is a time for cautious hysteria, and ridiculous calculations. … Continue reading →

The day after I declared myself witch the girl of my dreams invited me to lunch (it was vegan cuisine, so there were limits on my powers). The Great Bubba Mufungi once told me that his people would do anything … Continue reading →

I keep saying the same thing with numbing redundancy because dull as it sounds this truth remains evident. There are nobody’s eyes I want upon me so much as yours but the way you look at me is ever so … Continue reading →

What is this thing called morning? It seems to have escaped you completely though nauseous flashes toilet rushes and a pulsing eyelid are all recent memories. You mutter yourself awake today finally. The scrawled notes on last night’s napkin tatters … Continue reading →

Quit your job. It doesn’t deserve you. Quit your job. They don’t treat you right. Quit your job. Why should you spend so many daylight hours just to make it through the night? Quit your job and go out hunting, … Continue reading →

Please try to stay with me on this because the path is wavy and the logic tenuous at best: I recited a poem the other day about losing a hundred dollars and a day later wrote a poem about willing … Continue reading →

I explained to my therapist how I’d been waiting for some news and I just assumed the worst; presuming whatever negative prognosises I could imagine with all the creativity my humble brain could muster. “You tend to do that,” my … Continue reading →

Yes, I stole your seat. Yes, I knew better. Yes, I’m old enough and responsible enough and mature enough to have avoided this embarrassing faux pas. This is not the man my mother raised. This is not the person I … Continue reading →

So maybe you’re not the fuckup we thought you were. Maybe you’ve got more on the ball than all previous evidence suggested. Possibly you’re capable of success on a level we hadn’t imagined: any. It seems like some congratulations might … Continue reading →

Any minute now, it’ll happen: fate. Destiny. The axe falling. The boot dropping heel first upon the neck of its neck victim any minute now. The waiting is the part that hangs on interminably as each minute becomes a moment … Continue reading →