There are things I'm not cool about, but they're all in my head ( Read more... )

It's cold and I wrap myself in the warmest blanket I own. I bought it from a vendor in North Korea. It has the picture of a wolf on the front of it. When I spent a year in Afghanistan I left it behind for my girls to use. They called it "the Daddy Blanket." Somewhere outside my window my city moves on, lit up and chilled as I am with only the night ( Read more... )

The first couple of days of 2010 were the ones that needed to be watched carefully. Those little bastards were up to something. You could smell it in the air. Like the aftermath of a lit match blown out almost as quickly as it was ignited. He watched the New Year and it frightened him ( Read more... )

Those who say, "I'm my own worst enemy" don't know the half of it. I've spent a lifetime being at odds with myself. And Jesus, I'm not getting any younger ( Read more... )

"Tell me how you want it," she says in a hiss that has my man bits stirring underneath my jeans.

She already knows how I want it though. We have been here before. "Just like last time," I say. "And the time before that."

She smiles then. The grin of a killer, of an animal. She blinks at me slowly, deliberately in acknowledgment. "Put your money on ( Read more... )

He had given up on falling in love. It now seemed like a grown-up version of kick-ball. In first grade he was picked last every time. He did not want to be last. Not then. Not now. He had no desire to be someone's second choice. To be anyone's back-up plan. Best to just throw in the towel now. It might seem like giving up but really it was a self ( Read more... )

Where are all the genuine people? Where did they all go? Are they truly an endangered species, a minority among the meatbags that populate this sphere of mud and water? It seems there was a time when they moved in and out of my life like changing tides, but tides nonetheless. Now I stand waist deep in an ocean of people that are calm and fake, ( Read more... )

I wonder how long I'll have to keep living and breathing, how much heartache I'll have to own, before I won't sit quietly during the witching hour and wonder why it was him over me. How many more times will I allow myself to replay the lies you told me and the unceremonious way you cut me out of your life with a rusty blade? How long before I can ( Read more... )

It started with a movie and it was all down hill after that ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think it's when the storms roll in and the bands start playing that I am in the moment. Other times it's the way the werewolves howl at the moon to the whirl of the robots as they dance the cabbage patch. Perhaps it's the way that the medieval knights pick fights with the ninjas, and as the two factions kill one another you can see the ( Read more... )