17 Coincidentally Is My Favorite Number

Today someone said to me, “We just need one more big snow to get to a real catharsis, to really hit rock bottom,” and I did not slap this person, which goes to show what self-restraint I can exhibit. Something beautiful (a poem by cummings I once read to my university classmates and someone told […]

18ish.

It’s raining ice here. I don’t know if I live in Sodom or Gomorrah. Let’s not speak of it anymore. Something beautiful (who can write sentences this heavy and gorgeous?): If the miseries of the undisclosable things in me, shall ever unhorse me from my manhood’s seat; if to vow myself all Virtue’s and all […]

19 Days, That’s What I Said

Hello from the Atlanta airport. My flight has been delayed two and one half hours. We are still going to be all right. I paid a nice lady to massage my shoulders. I got a latte. I am pretending I am “having coffee,” sacred ritual of coffee and reading and writing. They have a stool […]

Vingt Jours

Funerals done (we did two in two locations), I am hoping March is kinder to me than February was. I always hate February, this February challenged me in unusual ways. More intensely bad, also more intensely sweet. You think I like intensity, I do, still, it was a lot for even me. Flying across half […]