I took some FB flak for posting about the number of survivors from this virus. This is my response to any who disagree: We could all go jump off bridges and stuff now, I suppose... the news is dark, … [Read more...] about There is good news… you have to look for it…
A conversation with an old friend, another drug addict, and a drunk. He said he’s been thinking about getting some wine a lot these past weeks. Wine, or some beers, maybe a joint or two to take the … [Read more...] about Old Drunks, and Bad Timing
Mo A random Facebook friend request, a name from deep in the past. From the old days, another place, another time, like a signal from a star fifty light-years away. From a world unrecognizable, and … [Read more...] about My Best Day, As A Writer
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