Monthly Archives: April 2024

The ropes are tightened, dear. I’ve done what I have done because that is what you’ve asked. But now that you are in this position, I’m afraid I must call you to task. You see your bills haven’t been paid … Continue reading →

The bear is coming your way.Beware! He’s got a lot to say. He’s gonna tell it to you anyway, whatever you might wish, come what may… The bear’s a creature of some power who goes across the world to scour, … Continue reading →

Dully, I ask her to repeat herself. "I said, ‘You gave me an inch, so I took your smile.’" she replies, the retarded mimi makeup beginning to run down her neck. I stare before me at the chaotic scene surrounding: … Continue reading →

When Josh visited me at college, I noticed that lots of girls flocked to him. Now, I know that my old friend was charming, but he wasn’t that charming. What was going on? It took a couple of minutes for … Continue reading →

“Once, there was the ground and from that, all else came.” “That’s… that’s it? That is your creation myth?” “That is all you need.” “It’s a little light on the details.” “As is the universe.” “But don’t creation stories try … Continue reading →

The stink in Belize from the incoming breeze wasn’t hard to believe for the season. See, the seaweed would ride upon each brand new tide. The smell of sargassum’s the reason. It will smell of old eggs whether you stretch … Continue reading →

So there we were, in the middle of the movie and I had no idea what was going on like I fell asleep during the credits and woke up now. Who was even in this? Maybe I slept through the … Continue reading →

Hey. I’m pretty certain you’ll never forgive me and I can see that point of view. I still feel the need, every decade or so, to reach out, say hello, and wish you well. I hope someday, you’ll be tired … Continue reading →

I’ve been having trouble feeling all the things I need to feel. So I went to the philosopher to ask her what was real. She looked at me and said, “Kid, you need better eyes.” That’s when I realized, “I … Continue reading →

Aashish demands his poetry. He wants to be more known. He wishes for more links to be sent to his telephone. “Write of me!” He thus insists, and that, he thinks, is that, no doubt, suspecting his command will paint … Continue reading →