Bats

I liked the bat. It was a soul, a ghost, and it was welcome. I shouldn’t leave the door partly open. The cat wants to go in and out as she pleases, out to the balcony, up on her catwalk. I don’t have a screen door there. Screen doors are so bourgeoise. When I went […]

Order

Today is the day I sort. There is a day, maybe a week into my time off, that I must sort. I didn’t know today was the day. But then I walked past my bookcases of old journals and I knew I had to sort them. It seems like when they say pregnant women need […]

Crowned

Charles and I don’t appear to have much in common, but as I was driving by the cemetery on the way to work, and thinking about how annoying it is that the Buddha was so right about so many things, life is suffering, Charles was also suffering. Getting ready to appear on international television for […]

The Draft

Strangely I am thankful to the NFL. This week, the NFL draft happened in Kansas City. It was a funny echo of being a New Yorker, someone who always has big deal stuff in town that, though interesting, is also a hassle. I was having drinks with friends when three men with enormous NFL passses […]