Tonight I’m going to see Watchmen at midnight. After I bought tickets this afternoon and was driving home, I passed a liquor store. It reminded me that, when we went to go see Snakes On A Plane, after the movie was over we got up to leave and saw someone had left something in a [...]
Whenever I have the tv on for background noise - Mike Doughty calls it his electric fireplace - if I look up and discover that entertainment news has come on while I was doing something else, I feel guilty and a little dirty and then I turn it off, quick as I can.
This doesn’t [...]
I was born in Michigan. My family moved to Texas when I was 4. I have lived in Michigan, Texas, and Massachusetts. I have never lived alone. I still consider Boston to be my home because it is the place I felt and feel the most comfortable.
My life is divided into two distinct phases - [...]
(I wrote this years ago, and it represents what my poetry style has turned into. I almost said ‘evolved into’ but even I don’t take myself seriously enough for that.)
I.
When we lived on Bolivar
every neighbor we had was crazy
just like now but less noisy.
One lady saw me putting up Christmas lights
in late November and asked [...]
(Originally published in Boston’s Weekly Dig. This is a revised version.)
Recently, I learned a hard lesson. A lesson about boundaries. A lesson, even, about interpersonal communications. A lesson about the dick you can’t take back.
I’m an academic – a political scientist – so I spend a lot of time hanging around with professor types. These [...]