May 14
I WISH TO ACHIEVE THE CONFIDENCE OF A MAN WHO UPLOADS THE SAME FACEBOOK PROFILE PICTURE 10-15 TIMES, EACH VERSION MORE ZOOMED-IN AND PIXELATED THAN THE LAST I’m killing ants on the kitchen counter. I can hear them crunching beneath my finger like Oreo crumbs. “Sorry,” I say, flicking another mangled corpse into a graveyard …
May 13
You’ve Been Milted I’ve managed to escape the factory for two whole days and I’m intent on wiling the hours away in as lazy a manner as I can muster, sitting beside my wife on the front porch, watching the world pass by. For this brief moment, I experience the closest sensation to contentment the …
May 12
The days are packed not like sardines. Like pennies rolled tight. Ends folded precise, insides adding up to what? I wish for you a more simple life. For the necessity of washing fruit to be all you need to radicalize you. I’ve straddled the threshold my whole life and I suppose I’m lucky to never …
May 11
Book Warm shelling a city library during a war and burning all the books in it you could call that a crime because books hold the stories of the people who wrote them and by destroying the books you are erasing the history of those people but the real crime is to keep the war …
May 10
Hospice Hospice has a pamphlet that maps out the end-of-life stages where the pathway to death can be followed like a roadmap That both fascinated me and brought me comfort but I could never figure out why It had a community feel to it Something we all do in the same way but I couldn’t …
May 10
Your Pale Gray Eyes On this awful, bathrobe morning, I wonder what you look like now. Could your ashes fit into my coffee mug? How about our bowl on the dish rack? The one I bogarted the popcorn from curled up watching “Mad Men” when you got pissed I listed all the ways I’d fuck …
May 09
Bombs Bringing Us Together If the end of the world comes, there won’t be anything I can do except stand on the porch and listen to the Grackles gulp their last song, hoping that on the next try, humanity will succeed, a rose without any thorns, kindness will be what truly matters. If the end …
May 09
We Survive We are exhausted, war torn and weather beaten survivors We have been starving on the streets and a stranger in our own homes We’re the Dudeists that still attend church 3 times a year to make their mother in law smile We are the world’s poets and back alley artists whose brilliance will …
May 08
IT TOOK A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, OR TWO… All those mornings lost To the bewilderment & Madness & the whole god-damn Sadness of all those Hungover mornings that would Ravage the day into a nothing, A nothing But pain But dry heaving But thinking & dreaming of Death, the ultimate cleanser, Kind of day. Those days …
May 07
John O’Kane’s The Accidental Jesus is a thought-provoking and highly engaging novel that deftly blends satire, social critique, and spiritual exploration. O’Kane introduces us to a protagonist whose unexpected rise as a modern-day messiah figure sheds light on the complexities of contemporary society. Through sharp, often humorous dialogue, and a rich tapestry of characters, O’Kane …
