Tilting back my head, I see from the side of my eye a part of the town of which I haven’t stepped foot in for years. Not since I was that kooky child emerging from the bars of his womb-like crib. The streets remain the same, as do the buildings, but times have changed. I… Read more

It’s the knowledge that I will one day return to dust that makes the lust in my bones flourish. How could anyone not be amazed that out of nothing comes the ability to be at the mercy of the pleasures of pleasure? It’s beyond me. It’s dumbfounded my tiny mind ever since I was a… Read more

On a path in a town with many buildings are a series of caves of which I once visited in my youth. The caves were connected by a series of narrow tunnels. It was cold, and I was hormonal. The caves were of significant, historical value. The only lasting impression they had on me was… Read more

In a voice message left over from some other time, I hear her words. Soft. Sullen. Like silk, they dance upon her sharp white teeth. They did. They did. Time is thawed out. Time is a cheap trick worshiped only by those without a nose for the finer mysteries of life. Yankee candles. Snow. Crashing… Read more

As Hachikō continues to piss upon the pitiful man beneath us, her hand grabs the bulge in my pants. I still need to take a shit, but her suggestive rubbing has stirred me. It’s not the biggest of bulges. I wish it was, but when God made me, he must’ve run out of clay, or… Read more

Lifting me up so we’re standing face to face on a branch as thick as my waist, I peer over her shoulder first at the ground, and then at the horizon as it laps us like waves do the shore. We must be twenty feet in the air. Maybe thirty. It’s hard to say. It… Read more

For someone so slight, she sure packs a punch. Lifting me off my feet, I’m momentarily suspended in space like a piece of string dangling at the mercy of the wind. With the neon streets flowing below and the swirling, starry sky shimmering above, I think of myself with wings and imagine what it would… Read more

It’s true what Meeko says, y’know. You don’t need an audience. The only person in the world who needs to know the validity of what you think and feel is the one you find looking back in the mirror. And yet to show others the meaning of your heart and mind is the most liberating… Read more

With a heave and a grunt, she bends her knees and jumps into the air. Her lanky arms wrap around the branch above us, and with the nimble agility of a cat, she pulls herself up. As she does so, Hachikō licks and slobbers over her face. This annoys her considerably, as Hachikō still has… Read more

Dyed pink hair, like the kind you see on a plastic pony. Reminds me of the lightness of being I associate with childhood visits to the seaside. Y’know, deprived places that were once golden places with all those tacky shops full to the brim with cheap tat to make a simple soul smile a simple,… Read more