I met a friend for drinks last week, one whom I hadn’t seen in probably two or three years. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Most likely, I’ve seen her more recently–I just…

Callous. Aloof. Tense, but not afraid. Migratory. Theatrical. Built like a cannon. Infinite. Wintry. Masterful. Itinerant. Singing only to be heard. Floundering. Chapped. Enough to be intriguing. Avuncular. Cognizant of changes. Pre-natal.…

Frustrated with the lack of living in this life, you emerged from the depths of an inverted plane; a map tacked to an old cork board. You came to my home, arrived…

That’s right, folks. It took me a little over four months, but I evened the score in the ongoing battle between Corporate America and myself. I suppose that–technically–the score was settled when…

“Do you speak Russian?” I’m asked by the old, white-haired Russian fellow. He’s wearing a yellow bathing suit and has a gut that’s so disfigured and misshapen there must be something wrong…

I followed her to the landing at the foot of her staircase. We sat facing one another in the cramped space; our knees bent. She toed the carpeted stairs, and I toed…