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

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…

“An unbroken string of days is all that brought us here. Eat some, sleep some, drink some, fuck some and fight some and here we are. An army of scoundrels, like me, like you, pulling’ and pushin’ and … [Read more...] about Jimmy B. On Salvation

The summer always ended on his porch, the neighbor, Harry McCabe, down the dirt path dead-end by the water. Feet up on the surrounding stone and cement wall, leaning back in the kitchen chairs we’d … [Read more...] about Harry McCabe