Author Archives: weez
Happy hour. Dollar oysters. I don’t need no stinkin’ date. The happy hour cocktail is pear bourbon sour. Don’t like bourbon. I do like this. I write on paper, in a leather bound journal of handmade paper. It has
Some of you are gracious. I am not. Yesterday, I was sad; today, I am mad. Today, I am not magnanimous. You voted for Trump? Not okay. I’m supposed to empathize with your disenfranchisement? I’m supposed to understand your anger?
Three years of hormonal swings, occasional depression, misanthropy and my body’s break down… I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all I’m on the other side and I don’t know
Shooters target 12 officers in Dallas, 5 killed at the end of a peaceful demonstration. The demonstration follows the murder of two unarmed black men by police officers in two separate incidents. In the last few years, there has been
I’m in Manhattan eating a bagel as big as my head. We’re at a serviceman’s hostel: mom, Elaine and her boys, me and mine. 9:30 They’re all also except me. Typical. But here I am writing like dad would while
Aidan is asleep. He’s on college time. The other two are with their dad. It’s his time. I’ve installed the ceiling. Looks good. Stained the crown moulding. Doing it all. Stained the shelving. Long overdue. I cleaned and repaired the