Clik here to view.
The Year That Never Occurred To Me
In the year of your Lord (well, he’s certainly not mine), two thousand fourteen, there began an interval of ordinary time (you catholics…see what I did there?) that I never considered. Not once when I...
View ArticlePoetry & Hums
Happy Birthday, Yog. Allen Howland would have been 56 years old today. “’But it isn’t easy,’ said Pooh. ‘Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you...
View ArticleThe Well-Meaning Idiot
Yes, it’s awful about Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Yes, addiction is a disease and not just a choice. No, he’s not an “idiot” for ODing. Yes, everyone should get help. But even if everyone would get help,...
View ArticleTime Is Another Place
A few short days ago I was witness to a 25th Anniversary and a wedding. They were the same event involving the same two people. Such is life and marriage for same-sex couples in America. I was...
View ArticleSchadenglück! and Goodbye to Jack Allen
Today my Uncle Jack Allen died. He was married to my Aunt Toots for many years, up until she died back in 1995, just six weeks after Allen did. I don’t think he ever quite got over losing her, even...
View ArticleThe Slippery Slap
Lies, lying, liars. People lie. That’s what they tell you when you can’t seem to deal with being lied to. They want you to “move on” and “get past” it. Good advice, but it’s all just pissing into the...
View ArticleWorld AIDS Day 2014
When things aren’t going well in the present, it’s a natural thing to want to retreat to the past. It’s escape: even if the past you’re inhabiting isn’t particularly happy or even pleasant, it is a...
View ArticleIntrepidity
At the risk of sounding morbid, tonight, 12-July-1995, twenty-one years ago to the day, there he was and was not: The He that he was was gone from a body that only knew how to keep itself going, to...
View Article“Thou Shalt Not Question”
For a long time I have infrequently thought about the semantics and direct absolutism of the Christian bible. I don’t know a lot of scripture — I was raised Roman Catholic — but I at one time had known...
View ArticleBounded But Infinite
A writer who hasn’t been writing. A painter who doesn’t paint. An artist who hasn’t picked up a pencil, brush, pastel, charcoal in can’t-tell-ya-how-long. The conceptualist who wilts at rigor. Head...
View Article
