a delectable offering of the nightlife surrounding the thoughtful performer Chris, if it were hastily written by Tennessee Williams. by Jake Kilroy SCENE ONE The parlor in which we find our lost souls is a new place that pretends to be an old place so that trendsetters who live on and trip…

The season before my first broken heart, I often found myself on the castle walls, welcoming the sea breeze as heartily as I had the carmine berries my village eventually decimated. We love what we have until we can no longer. …

Getting Money for My Poetry It is without exaggeration that I say one of the coolest things I’ve ever done is be commissioned to write poetry. This has happened exactly one time and it was only recently — curiously enough for Red Bull. I was brought onboard by extremely good design agency Hoodzpah, charged with…

Nobody’s perfect. But you can be better than you were. To recap, I was existentially damaged/drifting/trampolining in a low-ceiling celestial chamber and now I’m as wide-eyed as I used to be on uppers with a healthy brain that would’ve suggested identity theft as recently as last year. [For further reference…

Do you know how insanely out of whack your existence has to be for you to huck half your wardrobe, scoop reading glasses you’ve needed for years, and put together three calendars in order to keep track of all the things you always wanted to do but never did? Let…

Please accept that maybe, just maybe, I want to be single — Dear ladies of this particular ancestral shield, who refuse to allow me to live out my days as a bachelor of poise and equanimity: Ah, my wonderfully charming kinswomen! There are simply not enough holidays in the year for us to gather together and celebrate the richness of life. It…

My dad published his first volume of poetry when I was a teenager. Until then, I was quite unaware, yet totally unsurprised to discover, the man I know as Dad and everyone else knows as John Kilroy wrote poems. My whole life, my dad had been a thoughtful writer-editor type…