The Terrible Reader

The pages are too long. The words spread out. The words slip out. The words move through the brain and … More

Conversation With A Record Store Clerk (#Post 419)

*This will be my final post for a week or so. I will be finishing a short novel, which I … More

Sure, it is good to go out and get in to the outside world. But the opposite is also true, … More

My self is an onion. Concise layering but unevenly designed. Also stings the eyes when opened up. Sweet, sour, spicy, … More

Fuck. I don’t know why this word comes to mind as I stare into the blank screen thinking about what … More

I am again sitting at my round breakfast table. The time is 10:42am and I am preparing for my second … More

I know that I have not written regularly in quite some time. I wanted to let my readers know (all … More

I was sitting in a café this morning reading a book that threatened the more rational sides of my brain. … More

I used to love sitting alone in a chair and reading a good book. Nothing brought me greater pleasure. I … More

There are more books that I want to read than I can stand to think about. A mass graveyard of … More

“I am worried that you are not having enough fun in your life,” my wife said to me. “I have … More

I am glad to see that 43 living human being visited my blog today. Even though the biggest blogs have … More

I used to love sitting alone in a chair and reading a good book. Nothing brought me greater pleasure. I … More

This evening while I was sitting on the couch reading a novel, I accidentally swallowed my wedding ring. You may … More