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

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

NYS wants to cut Medicaid by a half-billion, trump wants to cut it by a trillion. What, exactly, do they plan to do with the elderly? How are we going to care for them? The elderly paid into this … [Read more...] about You can’t do this

I was not a fan of Mohammed Ali, I was a follower. In a time of complete chaos and societal breakdown, and a time when the old bastions were falling and failing and revealing an ugly truth, Ali stood … [Read more...] about Courage of our convictions

I’m not real smart. Never claimed to be. I’m listening to this justification to the 18 year old war in Afghanistan. So far I understand this: Some Saudis hijacked some planes and took down the World … [Read more...] about It Doesn’t Make Any Sense

Down here in the trenches lives this girl, Layla. She hopes to get a job at Burger King. Right now she’s living in a motel, $299 a week. Smoking a menthol outside the Sunoco and asking me for spare … [Read more...] about Down Here In the Trenches

Beaten, bleach poured on his skin and a noose around his neck? Brain-dead red-hats yelling, “This is #MAGA country!” Don’t feign shock and ask, “How did this happen?” You know full, fucking well how … [Read more...] about This is us… it shouldn’t be us…