Was my father’s leftover stuff the key to who he really was?
From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”
You opted for the straight fuck, lust with no intimacy & mind-game mystery, even though you tried to please. I loved dearly the illusion you were, mannish boy as … Continue reading →
If I had been a ten year old stranger and you had tripped me in a dark alley, say, downtown, instead of our mutual living room I’m sure I would … Continue reading →
We always debate religious and political affiliation in the wake of these events. But one enormous and tragic corollary has been consistently ignored. One would think, listening to the devastated … Continue reading →