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On this day of dissemblance, who has entered my skin, remaining incessantly in recliner blanket lain on legs as he sleeps away this sunny day? In the last hours of the month where last year my father died is he … Continue reading →

Hydrox was the first. Hydrox was the motherfucking first. Oreos are four years younger, dumber and more rehearsed. but Hydrox appeared in stores first. Elvis got his act from Jackie Will. Elvis took his schtick from Jackie Will. Son, when … Continue reading →

I’m sorry you’ve got the cancer that your girlfriend left you that your mouse had a miscarriage and your cat had cirrhosis. I feel awful that your last eighty submissions got rejected your plants were neglected your mirrors unreflected and … Continue reading →

I thought It was a butt dial but it wasn’t. She was calling me back letting me know how she’d changed her mind that she wanted to see me even for the little time that was left. She was ready … Continue reading →

John S. Hall, whom I do not stalk (no matter what his staff may say) just published a piece wherein he mentions a Dolphins Rape People bumper sticker which seems a little mean-spirited. How would dolphins seek acquiescence? They don’t … Continue reading →

Pretty sure you didn’t mean to call. Pretty sure it was a butt dial. Pretty sure you’ve got better things to do than reach out to me after all this time if only to say hello see how I’m doing … Continue reading →

Lookit that: some fat old guy in the back of the room dancing like a maniac cane in hand fist in air fighting for breath. He is something else – something laughable. Doesn’t he see that’s it time to remove … Continue reading →

Riding past the old strip just before Halloween it was like I’d seen a ghost: pale white and beautiful your blood red lipstick a scar across your mouth your shock of gold ringlets cascading upon your dark high collar I … Continue reading →

We sold the house today the place he lived his final years the place he chose to die. He liked it there in the dark cramped home he’d shaped from the remains of his life in those latter days. He … Continue reading →

The next piece I’ll present uses the rhythm of Sinead, the spirit of the Boss, and a couple of lines cobbled from Crenshaw and Carl. A couple of other lines were taken from Brookes and Barry and a bit from … Continue reading →