Monthly Archives: April 2024

If love was a recipe, throw passion in for spice. If love was a recipe, throw passion in for spice. If love was a recipe, add patience, neatly diced. If love needed heating, the fire would be sex. If love … Continue reading →

Before everything went to hell, the last place I did roam was the former center of the world, where all roads lead, that’s Rome. I went for less than two weeks. ‘Twas transformational. It hadn’t been long since I’d traveled … Continue reading →

I swear, fuck this kid. I was given to this brat when he was born. He teethed on my whiskered and sucked on my button eyes for the first goddamn year of his life. The amount of drool in my … Continue reading →

When I was a student, lots of people went on hikes. It was all the rage. I was not that kind of a rager. I was not much of a rager at all, really, unless someone spoke ill of Chameleon … Continue reading →

Dawn breaks upon dark. Sun cracks morn open like egg. The heat comes later. For now, bright yolk drips, dribbling over city. Yuck! Disgusting commute. Nature in haiku? City IN morning breakfast? Tasteless choice, Berger!

She seemed so elegant as she pointed at the art as she glided through the small space. I stay in place, fear of breaking things, buffalo-style. While she took record of the place we beheld, I side-eyed to behold her. … Continue reading →

You read something, or watch or listen and you find the thing astonishing. It is a glorious work of art moving in some way you couldn’t have imagined. You remember it always. It is a powerful piece that defines you … Continue reading →

I wrote stupid shit about an allegedly stupid chick who then seemingly mixed me up in a mired mess of switched internal crimes that chimed time and again for a matter of minutes that mostly made my head hurt. It … Continue reading →

I have failed to create an account so they tell me to go to support. Support offers to help, asks for my account information. “If I had that, I wouldn’t be here.” “None of your wisecracks. Once we have your … Continue reading →

The thing in the cucumber salad may well have been Jesus, but he didn’t admit it. “I am not the almighty, my son,” the bearded face said, “but I may still have some wisdom to impart.” “Can you tell the … Continue reading →