“A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.” – Faulkner If she were to speak her mind plainly, she would tell you that you have no more experience than she has, and that she’s angry with you [...]
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(In memory of a friend who sang, danced, told stories and jokes, wrote, thought, spoke out, warmed up a crowd, became famous, got depressed, pulled herself up & out, but who never did learn how to juggle, hold steady, or swallow her fears). What if you became irrelevant? What if you let go of that [...]
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Fake Lover’s replacement for me has a thick neck and a ruddy complexion: Small eyes, broad white smile, plump arms, and a plain face that conveys either fleeting moodiness or skim-the-surface good times. In a passing glance, with eyes half-shut, she looks disconcertingly like a woman I accidentally fell into bed with once, only to [...]
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My Mennonite neighbor Dawn exudes a manner of calm acceptance. She hugs me when I meet her, and doesn’t seem to mind when I block her attempts to talk to me about Jesus, or when I shoo her away so I can have a cigarette. “It doesn’t bother me, really,” she says, “I kind of [...]
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“Got to pay your dues if you wanna play the blues, and you know it don’t come easy.” – George Harrison “Meanwhile, back on my suicide farm, I’m reading about Snooki’s book deal.” – Suzy Soro, Comedian This dispatch comes to you from a Starbucks parking lot, where I’m sitting in a very used car [...]
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