A Fable in the Wake of the 2024 Presidential ElectionIn my dream, there was ice.Nov 10, 20242Nov 10, 20242
Why I Stopped WritingFor all the shade thrown at pop-psychology these days, at least now we have names for the shit we didn’t understand as children.Sep 17, 2024Sep 17, 2024
What Not To Do on a Friday Afternoon- Don’t nap. Sure, you couldn’t sleep last night, but don’t lie back in a darkened room and attempt it. And especially don’t touch your…Jan 9, 20241Jan 9, 20241
How To Escape the Sickly SeasonActually, you can’t. There’s no escape. Not here. You’re the last Covid virgin — and the only one trying to keep it that way. Chained to a…Feb 22, 2023Feb 22, 2023
StuckWhen you snag an appointment for a second opinion, be patient: just acquiring said appointment, waiting for it, finally getting there, all…Sep 4, 20221Sep 4, 20221
The SpiderI spotted a spider in the waiting-room. A hospital spider. Look away and it’s gone. A ghost, maybe, haunting this place of hurting…Jul 13, 2022Jul 13, 2022
Missives from ZombievilleReflecting on pandemic days is a bit like peeking out from one’s bomb shelter. Anything out here? Anyone still unscathed? Air feels nice.Feb 3, 2022Feb 3, 2022
Work & Wasted TimeBeing sixteen means it’s time to get a job (babysitting doesn’t cut it anymore) and your neighbor across the street who’s a manager at…Aug 25, 20211Aug 25, 20211
Undeath & Other PartiesDuring this already-insane moment in time, plague days, when people actually refuse the plague vaccine, making herd immunity a pipe dream…Aug 20, 2021Aug 20, 2021