There is a whole lot of bullshit out there, with, maybe, even more misguided belief. We blindly trust lovers, and brothers, and snake oil salesmen. Perhaps I have been one or another at some point in my life, and still cannot figure out how an answer is contrived without knowing, at 3:42 a.m., what you […]

The Hissing of Summer Lawns. Scratch of the turntable, Joni Mitchell. Playing at 1:14 a.m.. You tried to understand the passion of an older woman. At seventeen, Mystery was sweet. Never would you have dreamed, and neither would you ignore. Sometimes I remember. It was nothing to forget j.g.l.

Before I go home, knowing my complex definition has been altered by erstwhile thieves and anxious lovers (absolutely one in the same), let me speak. Let me speak. No, at 3 o’clock in the morning, let me whisper bygone intentions I once believed, or was fooled into believing. I am a fool; not am imbecile: […]