BULLSHIT YOU CAN TASTE

Father Manchette took a yardstick across my ass in front of the entire class. Sister Agnes poked my arms until little bubbles of blood popped up from my skin. “The deeds you do may be the only sermon people will hear today.” I repeated those words walking up and down Dorchester Avenue until Jesus unzipped the sky and turned on the lights.Continue Reading

Willy Vlautin

I’ve always been drawn to people who were a little banged up, a little wobbly on their feet. I think, most likely, because I’ve always felt that way. I’ve always been balancing on the edge of trying and giving up. Keeping my shit together or destructing.Continue Reading

Two Micros

When my therapist said you were a terrible father, you flared up, almost cascaded out of my mouth.Continue Reading

when you give a girl a goldfish

countless bulbous eyes will judge you eating in front of the television. you’ll drift off spooning baggies of failures, wishing that you’ll wake to warm skin hugging you back.Continue Reading

Range Balls

Curt Schilling had bled through his sock, Michael Jordan had battled through the flu, Kerri Strug had stuck it to the Russians on a bum ankle. If Sam sincerely aspired to have his moisture-wicking quarter-zip hung in the proverbial rafters, he would have to overcome adversity.Continue Reading

Mesopotamian Period of Divorce

It was the Mesopotamian period of divorce; everyone’s parents were doing it.Continue Reading

Three Stories

People think I killed my octogenarian dad on Father’s Day, but that’s not true. It was the day after. In my dreams.Continue Reading

Shades

In the twilight years, familiar lights grow dim. But are there others that might also flicker on?Continue Reading

Campground Altercation

Light snow was still falling, making the scene from the window look like a Christmas card as he stood there crying. She had always been just a pillow away, connected and separated by a million good and bad intangibles between them.Continue Reading

Below the Belt

Plausible deniability and I were old acquaintances. The only one I was closer with was my dear pal cognitive dissonance. I had been apologising for the people I knew to the people I didn’t know as well, for years.Continue Reading