After midnight, Professor Quilty stumbled into his office and saw a note lying on the dark orange ottoman. He was on his way to the living room, finishing off an otherwise pathetic evening of missed chances and failed opportunities — grabbed the Continue reading Olfactory
There he goes again.
Into the belly of the beast.
Here’s where the narrative shifts.
From Hey, things good.
To The doorbell keeps ringing, but there’s no one there.
In my nervous system
I’m Continue reading Summertime or Why not take all of me
My roommate is driving me up the ding dong wall. Seriously? His kid. It’s his kid. The kid is at his house for so long and he always coming into my room to ask questions. Hey, Robert? Can I have a quarter? Hey, Robert? Can I have this pencil? Sure, yeah. Take it kid. Sorry your father isn’t giving you anything. The first day he Continue reading I’m Busy
Leaving town was probably the worst idea I’ve ever had.
I’m not gonna say I made a mistake,
But I think about you being a shitty
Ball player now, I guess that some of that blame
Falls on to me.
Some people Continue reading when sound the dice roll make
Is it hugging, or talking?
Which one do you want to do till we die.
Hugging or talking, walking or crawling…
Don’t you want both?
So we hug and talk for the rest of our lives.
When you’re mad?
When you’re mad, I get mad. Continue reading What’s it About
How was the callback, dad?
Good, thank you for asking.
That’s good. You did a great job.
I think I did. I did well with the adjustments. Do you know what adjustments are?
Well, let’s say your job is to ask for more water in a restaurant. Then you do it, and the director may say ‘That was good, but try to be a little more fearful next time.’ So you do Continue reading Real Talk
We surrounded you and we were seventeen adults and we were all dressed in black. You knew me—that’s it. That’s all it took for you to sit in that studio and watch grown men and women move in the space.
The instructor put duct tape on the floor in 5X6 square. Actors went into the middle. The assignment: make the space bigger.
Where was your fear Continue reading We Surrounded
Whatddya say kiddo? Want to go to the waterpark?
Sounds like fun?
Uh-huh! I’m gonna go on the fast slide.
That’s what they’re saying; they may not let you.
I would let you; they won’t cause you’re not tall enough. They have this line and they say “You have to be this tall to ride.”
What if I’m grown up?
If you’re an Continue reading The Slide Scenario
When I am lost upon a journey’s end
And all uprear’d is letters of my doom;
Take the time to pardon faults and mend
Decrepit lies, your sister, tells your womb.
Upon a Continue reading When I am lost
Too old to weep upon the painted road,
Your limbs, a sagging fighter, on the ropes;
Barely escorted in your small abode
And crumbled down: your pain and heart elope.
The sun was hot and verdant be the grass; Continue reading Too old to weep…
“…that place, that’s like, over by those big letters?”
“That’s like, the main ice cream hang out for hipsters. Not like, all the hipsters, but the real ones.”
“I wish you wouldn’t use that word all the time.”
“Neither of us use that word.”
“It’s his terminology, he’s using it to find his language. The way he speaks.”
“I don’t need to say it, Dad. I do it to come across as… not like, arrogant.”
“You said it again.”
“I said it differently. I said, ‘not like,’ as in this is not like this.”
“This painter is no Picasso. The New York Times isn’t the New York Post. Your Mom’s not your Dad.”
At this point the ‘Don’t Walk’ sign turned into a white person and I waited just a second longer, till I could feel their eyes fall on me, then quickly crossed street.