Walking home from the Cocoa Bar, my new favorite cafe spot in Brooklyn, feeling the lyrics to Thelonius Monk ‘Round Midnight’ starting to assert themselves as certain hours of the dark are like markers for moods of the soul; midnight…
I’m taking jazz vocal so I can release the dusty blues musician playing vibes with my ribs inside me. Every week we bring in a song to shape. I remembered I had this old Tony Bennett album he recorded with…
One quick note; if God plans to upgrade our species design assuming he/she/it wants to or has budget for it, please design a dribble free penis. I don’t know how many times, even after owning my member for every day…
Reading my title I wonder if it sounds like I’m wearing a tuxedo while turning into the tsunami or the tsunami is wearing the tux. either way, it’s cool. Last night I lay in bed awake like I could play…
Memories have shadows. At dusk, right before night, the shadows are longest. So when it’s darkest are when the junk stuffed inside those shadows comes out to play. or not play. I prefer imagination to memory. Well, one of my…
I’m sitting here eating a NYC bachelor’s dinner: sabra hummus with genetically engineered Dole carrots. If I eat enough I imagine I’ll spontaneously give birth to a crack baby made out of carrots while I’m sleeping but being genetically engineered,…
The deepest relationships in my life have dug up the ugliest bones inside me. Sometimes it’s too much to bear at once and at least once, it almost sent me off to the showers, to be sporting analogistic about it;…
So, after about five or six incarnations of a blog which is almost as many therapists I’ve had over the years and much like I’ve settled on one therapist, mainly the hieroglyphic looking cat I see in the mirror, I…