Lost amidst the underbelly, self-help books, empty wine bottles, a box of my grandmother’s dusty old 45s (Elton’s first single and the soundtrack to every late 60s Presley film), I scramble through the refuse for the blue and silver lighter I stole from the glove compartment of my brother’s car. 14, with those Kierkegaardean sentiments […]
All of my earliest memories are yellow. I’m sure it has something to do with the age, like the way the pages of a book turn, after so many years folding under the weight of another’s hands. So when I think about Sunday school, my dresses are never white, and the way you look, standing […]
Happy American mediocrity, the picture perfect ethos framed in flat screen- plasma disease family formulaic, funny as can be reinvent the American dream saying, “Honey, I’m home!” lazy and intolerable a husband dishonorable his tongue salivating at the impossible prospect of athletic carnage and plastic tits praise to the patriarch the a-typical slob (on the […]
Cotard, the Living 