Monthly Archives: March 2024

The adventurers gave up the search eventually after scouring the contiguous forty eight states. They had looked everywhere, uncovered rocks, beaten jewel thieves, argued with conmen, fought with pirates, whatever was necessary to find the great Diamond of America, but … Continue reading →

If I were to meet any of the alternate reality me’s I’d probably fall into hate pretty quickly. Sarcastic, entitled, and curt? I doubt very much that we’d get along. Of course, it’s possible that an alternate me might have … Continue reading →

Then there’s the alternate reality where your superpower is that you’re made of tapioca pudding and that anyone who wants can stick a spoon in you whenever they want and just get to know you on a pretty intimate level. … Continue reading →

Do you remember that time when I spent an hour or so working on a poem and it turned out to be Neil Diamond’s "America"? You probably don’t, because I didn’t show it to anybody. It was kind of embarrassing. … Continue reading →

And in the far-off future that you never imagined when your great great great grandniece seizes the dusty box of your unreleased treasures and opens them to find your journals, your notebooks your diaries… she will look at them with … Continue reading →

There are few overnight cars in my neighborhood. My block is somewhat industrial; only my building and the one next door have residential apartments and only a couple at that so few humans sleep on the block. Occasionally a truck … Continue reading →

They did a testimonial show for me once. A bunch of friends came up and read some poems of mine. Most had gone to my website and picked recent poems and recited them. Nobody had done research and dug deep … Continue reading →

I resented Mark not reaching out to me back when he was going through so much shit. He should have been a better friend when he was so troubled, I thought. I didn’t quite take into account how much turmoil … Continue reading →

Forgotten adventures. Tales within tales. A young boy escaped the view of his parents and found himself free from the governess and in a room of beautiful books. He saw one specially bound one that he had to have. It … Continue reading →

If you put it into perspective your life is pretty great: you’re not a quadriplegic mute who can’t express your needs to anyone and helpless to get your point across. Of course if you put it into comparison your life … Continue reading →