A young girl, Asian, I think she’s Chinese, not sure. She works as a nurses aide. Both of us walking, side by side down a narrow brick and glass and concrete corridor to the parking lot, facing west, … [Read more...] about The End of the World.
Abandoned train stations, old barns, houses like this… storytellers. How fast the fall can come. One hour on one day, one single event and everything that once was solid and stable can collapse into … [Read more...] about Haunting Houses
The hallucinations are new… It’s the ceaseless beatings that are the worst, the most terrifying, I suppose. I stopped, months ago, trying to talk her out of these imagined attacks. She looks at me, … [Read more...] about The Last Christmas
My friend Henry is dead. I just heard. Looking back it’s been thirty years since we last spoke. Henry was not Polish, he was a “Fucking, black dirt, Polock.” He made that clear to anyone who was … [Read more...] about My Friend Henry
I’m thinking about the best Chinese food I ever ate as I’m watching you die. The nice woman who served me took a special pride in her hot oil. Some of the hottest stuff I ever put in my mouth. She … [Read more...] about Egg Rolls and Dying
Twenty-six years ago, today, I saw that terrified visage in the mirror. Blood running down my face, my eyes a combination of jaundice yellow and red. Is that even a color? The blood running down my … [Read more...] about The Manly Art of Dying at 35
Jane Fonda has been in the news lately for her staged ‘civil disobedience,’ in Washington. She gets arrested, and released every Friday. Some environmental protest. I’m so far left, Karl Marx would … [Read more...] about No Jane, Not Now, Not Ever
“She’s had a rich life...” I heard that, again, today. “Your mom has had a full, rich life.” The richness, the wealth, has dwindled to loose change now, maybe a dime, and a few pennies. Every time … [Read more...] about Florida Sunset…