"Do you think everyone has something to prove?" he asked. A question containing two indefinite nouns. Everyone — who? Something — what? Nouns forming the blurry foundations upon which the question rests. (He's always asking questions like this. Questions that don't move toward an argument derived from a few basic assumptions, but rather questions that cast doubt on those … Continue reading Solving for z
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‘The Hangover House’
This is the Hangover House It reeks of tuna and a lack of talent Psychedelic paint peeling to reveal the resentful mold that festered for years We forgot to wake up, bad timing, oh well Here, at the House, time's a lofty old riddle; the only false constructs are the failing foundations, and if walls … Continue reading ‘The Hangover House’
‘this took all summer to write’
The year Tony died, my bad luck found me Raided my hideout with a SWAT team Threatened my family and looted the place I gave them my Dignity, wrapped in silver and flesh, I gave them my Soul, I gave them my Name Nothing came of it but bad ideas I found new bones in … Continue reading ‘this took all summer to write’
Where your dreams go to die is 23
So I ran into an old friend last weekend. We'd met when we were fifteen, in high school. Even though we didn't have a single class together, we managed to spend a lot of time with each other. It was—still is—one of those friendships where you feel like you have everything in common even if … Continue reading Where your dreams go to die is 23
