Remember what I told you on the way back from the bookstore?

I want to remember, but I don’t.

You don’t? I wrote it down after I watched you from across the room. There she is, and I’ll be dead soon. Continue Reading

There is a situation often referred to as poetry. If you don’t

understand that, we’re at an impasse. Other situations are

possible, including stock car racing, but most of these

events go undetected. Continue Reading

I haven’t got much time to write this because I don’t have much

time, like everyone, who always says, “Hey, I’m everyone and I have

so little time.” I keep meaning to make more time in my basement. Continue Reading