Monday I woke Monday morning, and the headache was gone. A headache for me is sometimes a lot. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and I danced a little. Not any needle in it, not any staple, not any burr. Breathing real air again. I walked to the subway. On the other side of […]
Read More Half a Week, Half WateredI see you there. I know you know who I am. So let’s go on. No, I know you can’t always rely on me to have foliage for you to hide in on the shelf, I sometimes let things get a little dry up there. No, I don’t think anyone made you. You’re good. So […]
Read More An open letter to the ladybug I found on my window and now believe has been living in my room for two months, written after I have been watching “Homeland” all morning:Uncle Fran’s house was a treehouse. A glamorous treehouse. It made me think Omaha was glamorous, if you can believe that. My grandparents’ house, there was never anything pretty about it. It was comfortable, it was a good place to hang out, but there was nothing glamorous about it. My grandparents moved, lived in three […]
Read More TreehouseFADE IN: SUBURBAN CALIFORNIA GARAGE. DOC sits on the front hood of a DeLorean. A box of plutonium is to the right of the car. DOC Damn, where’s that kid? (stands up and paces, looks at his watch) Damn, where’s that kid? MARTY enters. MARTY Hey, Doc. DOC Marty, there […]
Read More BACK TO THE FUTURE IV by Samuel Beckett
Going On 