Monthly Archives: January 2024

I have another young memory that I’m not sure is really mine but rather comes from folk tales, family stories told to me, and imagination, healthy fiction that I have come up with, building a lively reality, rather than anything … Continue reading →

On a warmer day I snuck into a water park on the Cape with a young lady that I happened to know. Her father asked me to sub so he could prepare dinner. He gave me the bracelet he had … Continue reading →

It probably was no big deal. I mean, I survived it but by that standard, Noah’s flood was no big deal nor was the Holocaust for the survivors and this was exactly like those, so what am I talking about? … Continue reading →

What hurt you? Who? Where is the primordial pain that fuels all of these ridiculous things that you always seem to do? What has made you tick in this particular way? Why do you say the things you say? I’d … Continue reading →

My wrist had been bothering me for a while.It had been about a month since I took the spill going around that turn on campus on the bike. It had been wet and I braked too hard and my ankle … Continue reading →

Have I told you the one about the sea urchin?Stop me when it sounds too familiar. My family was in the Virgin Islands and my father and I were off exploring. We had explored too far for we had stepped … Continue reading →

The bike dwarfs you and its shadow encompasses you like architecture in the hallway. You are careful as you address it, but not careful enough because the next thing you know, you are crashed within it and the next thing … Continue reading →

Today’s the day my dead dad turns eighty four.It probably means less now than it ever would before. You ask, "Do you love him?" I reply, "Yes, of course!" Today’s the last day my dead dad turns eighty four. Wait! … Continue reading →

You left somethinga few years ago and I have made it into a fetish: an object of honor up on a shelf held in high regard only annually used for the filthy purposes you presumed. It is a small thing, … Continue reading →

It was a can of Sprite that set it off. I dreamed of this girl in my math class whom I hadn’t much thought of before. She saw me drinking soda and engaged me. “You like Sprite? I like Sprite!” … Continue reading →