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  • Welcome

    If I wished at all I’d be content from here on From now until then   It was cold out, and he came to cook for me. The warmth of the oven did not compare to the warmth in my feet and gut. We pretended to work together as an excuse to get closer, him…

  • Rhyming Wiggly-whats

    Rhyming is a matter of preference. I rarely rhyme. It cost me the writing pin when I was in high school. There we were, poeticgrin and I, going head-to-head, writer against writer. Our teacher especially loved Bryanic poetry, which is lyrical and rhyming and has great flow. Bryantonian poems are artistic, very well crafted. I…

  • Smithereens (A Lament to the Straight Man)

    It’s a loony lot I have made for myself. I’ve consumed a gazillion calories today and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I continue to dread this day. Nothing helps.   The menz. Oh, straight, single man, why must you be completely clueless? You seem harmless enough, but Lord help you, you were not born…

  • Prospecting

    My best prospect at the moment is in Japan. This other guy fell through. Here are the highlights: yesterday, he took his friend, Roy, to the ENT doctor to get his stitches out, went to Walmart, and was over at Roy’s house when he called. He likes chess, he minimized what a feat it was…

  • Three S’s: the New Rule for (Successfully?) Navigating Men

    I was sent a great way to frame how to view the menz and have to share it with the world. So-and-so gave my friend “a good way to think about and classify guys and help decide if they are worth our time.  A man should have the “Three Ss” for us to be interested – he’s…

  • Peripheral Vision

    I think my issue with men may be that I examine the periphery too much and don’t focus on the core of the person. You want to know why I like this one guy? 1) He’s tall, and 2) He uses Bookman Old Style as his email font of choice. I think he probably cuts…

  • Weariness

    My muscles aren’t just tired, my bones are tired. A twelve-hour workday will do that. I’m being evaluated by an outside evaluator. Aren’t they always outside? He doesn’t seem to be malignant.  I am going to bed in 42 minutes. Whether certain people with English monikers call or not. I will not give another man…

  • Filters

    a dust cloud filtered in sunlight and darkness you wanted to be unsettled, disturbed and so you are   With words, I want to bring forth tangible evidence of the bile lurking inside, luring me to death, over and over again. I feel pain, and I like it. I feel pain, and it’s unbearable. Then,…

  • Re-Gifting Ruminations

    It’s sort of like a yard sale. I have a lot of this and that on my mind. Here’s a basic truth about me: rumination is a gift. I don’t know if it’s real or imagined, but I think it gets old, my talking about my breakup, my depression. So I blog to get it…

  • Things Worthy of Note.

    Some blog titles demand punctuation. Some would describe me as “manic.” Just because I have a weird energy and an unfocused look about me. Fine. Say it. I’m meeting the menz again. At least online. Go me, I say. Do what you do, as Mr. Whitier would say (B, you should get this reference to…