A-Void-Ance
The existence of a book analyzing a person’s relative health based on the color, consistency and frequency of bowel movements does not, somehow, surprise me. In fact, when I first read about Josh Richmant and Arish Sheth’s field guide to excrement on Salon.com, I was not entirely bowled over (pun intended). It just seems simple [...]
Life’s a Bitch
She lives within four grungy walls, yellowed with years of cigarette smoke. A nasty habit. Two packs a day. One check from the government each month must stretch to pay for the run down efficiency that is public housing and the cigarettes and the phone and the romance novels with pinkish-mauve covers, silver embossed titles [...]
Bitter Bowl of Punishment
This morning I am settling in to a big old bowl of consternation and regret. The usually delicious golden flakes and sweet granola clusters feel like pebbles in my mouth. The after taste of remorse lingers to remind me of what a first rate asshole I was to O this morning.
Usually, when he and I [...]
Pestilence and Dramatic Weather Events
I’m typing a brief adieu, I’m off to Florida where I hope to unwind and run sand through my fingers and unveil my shoulders to the kiss of the sun for the first time since September.
But it’s got to get worse before it can get better, right? As you’re reading this, I’m probably [...]
A Staggering Suggestion
It’s the fourth and I’m approaching the thirty day mark of a sixty day self imposed period of asceticism. Time for an update…
Obviously the exercise in economy requires some flexing of the self control muscle and, like any attempt to improve oneself, to tone and sculpt and define, there is some pain associated. And while [...]
Personal Statement of the Desperate Variety
Dear Esteemed, Professional Writers Who Will Either Grant or Deny My Enrollment in the ‘08/’09 Creative Writer’s Workshop,
I am struggling with the task of writing a second personal statement. First there’s the issue of a title. Should I call it my Very Personal Statement? Maybe last year’s essay, titled just Personal Statement, was not [...]
