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Month: June 2009

  • The Taming of Paul Squires (gingatao)

     Once again, I’ve asked a fantabulous writer and blogger some questions for those of us who are not “in the know” but would like to be. 1. Do you ever take a handful of raisins and eat them quickly because you suspect if you took time to really think about them, you might actually hate…

  • How to Get On with It for the Love of Jesus

    If you have to use Aspercreme on sore muscles, wash and rewash your hands. Once or twice is not good enough, because should the icy-hot fire somehow get around your what-not area, it will burn for hours and you will be miserable. If you haven’t already done so, just get on with it. Eat chips…

  • Oh

    Oh, Air Force John. How you’ve helped me this week. My time of need and all. You have provided ample distraction from real-life tragedy. Your silence is better than your hi’s or highs. Perhaps I would have liked to consider you a distraction in the flesh but no matter.   Oh, Air Force John. For…

  • Facts about Sobbing

    Sobbing is never, ever attractive. It makes people uncomfortable. Sobbing induces other people’s sobbing. It makes the one who started the sobbing feel a little guilty, but not really. Sobbing is best suppressed after two minutes. One can continue to sob inwardly, but it’s best to be polite about it and shut up. Sobbing causes…

  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Go Quietly

    Neither of us will go quietly. That was obvious from the first. Her moans and denials and fight are only restrained by the liquid morphine that courses through her veins. She will not go quietly.   On the way to see her. On the way to see her for the last time. I did not…

  • Dying a Death

    The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I asked her how she was.  Dry: “I’m great.” Floated back into her morphine dreams or nightmares. Later, when I was alone…

  • Medicated Lady Needs You, Dear Reader

    Do you think it’s wrong to text message a suitor twice in a row? If he doesn’t respond to the second one, does that mean has thrown you away? If you just met someone and they say they are having a bad day but give few details and you don’t really know them well enough…

  • Just a FYI Post: Nothing Artsy

    Believe it or not, people don’t think of me as particularly brash. Perhaps pessimistic but I’ve been called many a time “happy go lucky,” which is ironic and sad because I am not happy or lucky and I don’t like to go anywhere. Or as Bryan would say, I’m only happy when I’m in my…

  • Draft

    The first draft is the only one that matters Raw is reality Refined is bullshit Or so I say At times when I am being difficult.   At times when I am being difficult I say Refined is bullshit Raw is reality The first draft is the only one that matters.