The Squirrel I thought the squirrel had died inside the tree so I poked at itwith a stick. It didn’t move, so I poked inside the hollowI thought it was trapped in, poked it again. Something grabbed my sticktugged it … Continue reading
The Disagreeable Ocean Between Us I wonder if my son, when he’s out getting the paper or a cup of coffeeif he stops and talks to squirrels or rabbits or dogslike he did when he was little, like I always … Continue reading
Waiting Only For Spring We point out all the different birds to each other like teenagers naming constellations: anhinga, gold finch, chickadee tiny juncos entranced by the influx of new life along the river summoned by the melting ice. The … Continue reading
The Cost of Living in Daydreams My adaptations of Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Villette, and The Waveshave been adopted by three Hollywood directors for the big screen,with Hans Zimmer as the main candidate to write the music themes.My first collection of … Continue reading
‘What is contained in this book is a collection that responded to moments in time, or urges to express desperation, or are a simple observation of sometimes everyday experiences and aspirations that I yearn for. Hopefully they will sometimes gladden … Continue reading
Confession time. Let’s skip the fake remorse and start with the truth:I’m a scammer. Not some weepy, misunderstood grifter with a tragic backstory. No. I’m a specialist. I provide a premium service. Companionship with emotional flair. For a price. Sex … Continue reading
Exchanges detail quotidian sandwich twisted figures function like toothpicksponder subjugation circles in village colourself the pants principle to grammatical tensethrough wacky intrusive logic shocked centerspropulsive reflections fascinate like attractionlimit quirk to linguistic subterfugethick unshakeable compelled repeatedpicking margins flattening refuge arbitrarilyinsecure … Continue reading
Pandemic Friendship I didn’t see a single friend for a year and a half during the pandemic. My midtown Manhattan office closed and I began working remotely from my parents’ house in Connecticut. I went into the city to check … Continue reading
Ink Pantry Editor: ‘Hey, I have a new book here that focuses upon female voices and…’ Me: ‘Hmmmm, I’m not sure that’s quite me. Who wrote it?’ Ed: Emily Bullock. Me: ‘OMG, send it over, tout de suite!!!’ I’ve been … Continue reading
‘They say I’m mad – I say they’re mad – I lost the flip – That’s me locked up in Bethlem Hospital – “Come boys, who’s for Bedlam?”‘ Personally, as an avid devourer of all things in written form, the … Continue reading