Dec 26
Bad Clowns in a Blue Van I’m late for work and caught behind a blue van on a quiet one-lane road driving at the speed that skin wrinkles, slowing to a near-stop at each curve. I imagine the driver, born back when William Taft got stuck in a bathtub, a fossil crawling his way to …
Dec 19
Monday Nights in Middle Age My wife covers the brown rice on the stove, grabs her purse from the kitchen table and blows me a kiss on her way out the door. “Dinner is ready for you,” she calls to me over her shoulder. “I’m going to bingo.” I’m sinking into the couch like the …
Jun 29
The Proud Father His bottom lip quivers as he rises before the judge, the jury, and the television cameras. He is your son, your only child, and he recently turned eighteen. In his new navy-blue suit and tie—the navy-blue suit and tie you bought him with the money you and your wife had saved for …
Feb 14
That Big D Mentality “I love my dick,” says the young man sitting with his friend at the bar. They’re both good-looking guys who work for the city’s sanitation department; the bearded kid drives the garbage truck, and the kid who loves his dick, fit and tanned, rides the back, collecting the cans. “I just …
