Category Archives: 30-30

Let’s say Thursday, shall we?That’ll be the day you make it up to me. Thursday will be when you seek absolution for the things you did – you know what they were. Thursday is when you’ll make it right make … Continue reading →

Where are you, Spring, you deceitful bitch you slut, you mouse in the shadows? Where are you hiding? Where are you staying away from me away from those that miss you so? I need you, Spring. I need you close … Continue reading →

I ruin everything I touch. I just received a lovely gift from a lovely girl and now it’s gone. I got it seven minutes ago and already it’s squandered. I am the worst. I lost the flag. I lost it. … Continue reading →

Before I begin this piece a little bit of context: this is not going to be one of those navel-gazing mumblecore ‘poems’ about girls and what they do to me – or what they don’t. This isn’t another one of … Continue reading →

I. Please allow me introduce myself: I’m Satan! II. Please allow me introduce myself, I’m Satan and I do bad things. It’s the way I am. Sorry. III. Hey, yo! I’m Satan. I got something to say: I’m gonna do … Continue reading →

The boarded up dump where we broke in and shattered glass that one time – and the other three times – was cemented up last year so no one could get up to the antics we used to back then. … Continue reading →

If eyes are windows what soul-less monstrosity was King Oedipus?

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 →