Monthly Archives: April 2024

Rumi wrote, in a poem called “The Meaning of Love,” that when trying to write about love “I am rendered helpless; my pen breaks and the paper slips away…” Pretty fucking lazy, Rumi. I think Van Hagar sang “Finish What … Continue reading →

We got off the phone an hour ago, agreeing that you’d pick me up. Then my mother said I couldn’t go out. You’ve been traveling the distance ever since and I am waiting by the front door for you to … Continue reading →

We brought the ashes and we brought the address and we brought our memories but we didn’t bring a picture of the old building and if we had, it still might have been so different between then and now, we … Continue reading →

When my father invited me to join him for a therapy session, I expected combat. The image that came to mind was an idealized me with a quarterstaff defending against two attackers: my father and the therapist. I wasn’t sure … Continue reading →

The last time you started over you came back as Kennedy, a no-nonsense clerk in Chicago, right? No family, no friends. Just a head-down, all business, serious imports/exports clerk who was going to be business-oriented, and maybe figure out a … Continue reading →

I showed Philip the thing I had brought from the park. “Do you think we can save her?” “It’s not moving,” he said, picking at the bird with his pen. “Hey!” I said quietly, so Mrs. Rosenfeld wouldn’t hear. He … Continue reading →

Take me back, please from whence I came to the land between the parks where the cheap chinese flows free (except for Monday, the day of rest) and the all-you-can-eat vegetarian buffet has lost its way because there were too … Continue reading →

I’ve got the good stuff. You need it in you. Pump it out. Pump it out. Pump it out! So take it always, if there’s a way to. Pump it out. Pump it out. Pump it out! I’ll get it … Continue reading →

This is bullshit. The words lining up in a row to collect into a sentence making a distinct point to obfuscate to confuse to intimidate and animadvert to bring about mismeaning, it’s just… it’s bullshit. We can do better than … Continue reading →

You will just have to trust me on this:I am a man and I have been around mustaches before. Yours is not a good mustache. Yours is the opposite of good. Yours may very well be evil. It certainly does … Continue reading →