I was lucky this year to see my brother at Christmas. He’s been in Oregon for years now with his lovely wife Sarah and snow dog Clancy. As we’ve gotten older I have come to think we look less and less alike. I have never felt that we shared much of a physical resemblance: My …
We all had Christmas on Twitter this year – now, at the holidays, instead of not thinking of you (and, as a result, relegating you to non-holiday status, forcing you to exist only in the ether of memory between when I can see you and when I cannot) instead now I know how you feel …
In my father’s house: there is no escape from The Fart Game
Sound is a hammer and memories are stone, and this city is an anvil where the writer sits, and days pass as glammer while revisions are honed; We all pay the bill but who receives the benefit? (to whom we cede the benefit)
Best Song Lyrics I’ve Found In A While: So I’ll stick to my guns, but from now on it’s war: I’m armed with the past, and the will, and a brick – Frightened Rabbit, Good Arms vs. Bad Arms Best Line from Neruda That Used To Be a Favorite Until I Forgot It (Tie): I …
(Written in 2008) What the hands want, the heart desires until the sun sets and the moon retires. Why the fuck am I at Wal-Mart on Easter Sunday?
Early May in New York state my father on the edge of forgetting himself and I, so sick I couldn’t see did not understand where we were A silver diner in the middle of no-where two open-faced roast beef sandwiches he talked about Rohack’s and his life as a child and I, with muted ears, …