i used to sit in warren’s room at saybrook college (yale), a fire in the fireplace. we would drink and drink and drink. he…
how do these things happen? the moment we fall (or rise) in love? i don’t think it’s ever said. not right off. those three…
may be the only place you can find infinity in a city — the big dome sky, clay soft tar under bare feet, vertiginous ledge to piss over, a…
eating another diarrhetic breakfast on a quiet Sunday i see him with his friends. he’s a geek. they’re all geeks at his table. geeks are hot…
‘how can a thing so perfectly ended, continue?’ is what Peter Barrett said in a spoken word intro to Love Is Not Enough, the Orchestra Luna song that made it onto the 1974 record (Epic). Peter complained: ‘the Beatles say All You Need Is Love and you’re telling me Love Is Not Enough? i don’t get it.’ i…
because you sit on it for hours, it is rarely clean or smooth or pretty. ass topography is speckled with pimply red bed-bug like dots and cuneiform…
romantic love, is it for-real possible without devolving into George and Martha, into the black rain of the operatic? each of us has our own Blue Valentine to lament or extoll. our thumbs are up for the heart-wide-open, plug-into-socket split-second when ego takes a back seat and the heart is the driver…
beauty, we never forget it. the real-time imprint on the heart of object, music, person is a Vasco da Gama love fountain. no photograph…
the men’s room is wall-to-wall dudes. i can’t hold it another second. i sneak into the ladies’ room. it’s empty. it’s not what i’m…
i’d fallen asleep. there were only 6, 7 people left in the living room still drunk from the party, our annual Christmas party, the…
