Category Archives: 2013

He fucked her and she fucked him while flirting with the Eagles’ Tim and all the while they wouldn’t speak except in ways disguised, oblique. The circle jerks and gyres rose and Mickey quickly doffed his hose so Nicksy’s expectations … Continue reading →

When the bus leaves and we go to our different corners of our different cities, when we gain some much-needed space and an opportunity to consider other options, when we take a break from this shared existence that could have … Continue reading →

The poems you were supposed to write the stories you were supposed to tell the lies you were meant to concoct the empires you will never build the books you haven’t read the women that you should have loved the … Continue reading →

You could have me for three dollars. I’m serious. If you want you can take me home with you tonight and do with me what you will for three dollars. Look. Look me in the eye. This is for real. … Continue reading →

Are you ready for this? I can’t hear you: are you ready for this? I don’t think you are. I don’t think you could possible be prepared for the preeminent panther attack that is about to… pounce? Yeah: Pounce! What … Continue reading →

Do it. Do it now. Do it fast. Do it hard. It’s not too late to do it. Do it good. Do it already. Do it today. Do it before it does you and do it well – but not … Continue reading →

I really want to like your work to appreciate the thoughts in your head as expressed in rhythm and rhyme and blues and barre chords and climactic choruses. I want to clamor for your compositions. I’ve been listening hard bearing … Continue reading →

This is by no means a guarantee but it’s cerTainly worth saying and absolutely worth hearing. I just may stop disagreeing with you if you stop telling me what to do. It’s not that your ideas are the worst but … Continue reading →

I am so glad you were willing to see me after so long. With so much water under the bridge I was afraid you’d only want to see me drowned. When I went away I ha da lot of time … Continue reading →

That doesn’t count, she said, It’s not a poem and it’s not for me and it doesn’t win you any points. Point A, she said, It doesn’t rhyme. Poems rhyme and that doesn’t, so it doesn’t count. Point Two, she … Continue reading →