• Ode to toilet.

    For the men in my life… 1.  If you need to use this… 2.  And you see this… 3.  Look on top of this (reference 1. above) 4.  For reference, this is not correct… 5.  Nor this… 6.  Nor this… 7.  Give yourself a gold star if you accomplished this… 8. And two minutes in… Continue Reading

  • Birchwood. Part Two.

    A short work of true fiction.  They were eight, six and eighteen months when we moved in. Alexia, Carolanne and Anngrace. Alexia, the oldest, was eight. Shoulder-length brown hair, olive skin, sharp nose and cheekbones.  Narrow green eyes and a whippet-thin mouth held in a tight line. Tall for her age, she kept her broad… Continue Reading

  • Hypothermia.

    The Greeks understood the allure of misery; pathos an unadulterated linguistic equation of want and suffering, disease and feeling. The etymology of despair and desire a cold water shock causing the victim to transform. Confused, uncoordinated, tongue-tied. We voluntarily inhale and drown.

  • Put a ring on it…I need the extra money.

    I don’t wear a wedding ring. A fact that is frequently pointed out to me by various acquaintances – most recently last Tuesday while getting my hair cut.  Such queries have varied subtexts of meaning that generally fall into one of three categories: The concerned:  “When did you stop wearing your ring?”  i.e., When did… Continue Reading

  • Keepin’ it real.

    In the movies heat is an aphrodisiac. The slow drip of sweat between the breasts; a salty solicitation. Gradually sloping down the belly, following the curve of the thigh. The clear juices of a fruit, ripe for picking. In reality, it’s too damn hot. Touch me before the mercury dips below 85 degrees, and I… Continue Reading

  • Welcome to Taco Bell, may I lick your intestines?

    Work the graveyard shift at a 24-hour Taco Bell for any length of time, and should you harbor any illusions about man as a sentient being, they will quickly be dispelled. The title of this blog is a direct quote from Cliff – a gentle, soft-spoken, hygienically-challenged giant of a 19 year-old boy with a… Continue Reading

  • Over the rainbow.

    The Hotline section of our local paper has been all abuzz this past two weeks with submissions regarding a LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) pride group that apparently participated in the local Fourth of July parade. For the uninitiated, the Hotline is a forum for reader’s comments in our local paper – a coherent thought… Continue Reading

  • Maybe before.

    Maybe my seventeen year-old son will be walking down the street with a bag of Skittles in his hand. Maybe he will have smoked a joint with friends before taking his walk. Maybe he will be wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Maybe he will be talking on his cell phone. Maybe he will hear your steps… Continue Reading

  • Birchwood.

    A short work of true fiction. He was drunk when he swung up onto the curb in front of our house, lurching to a stop.  The right front tire rested on the grass. Bitch. Whore. Slut.  Words slurred and poorly aimed, falling short of their target. She stood washing her truck in the driveway next… Continue Reading