My mother called me today. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, she was calling to let me know that someone from my youth had died. Reasons unknown.
Youth
The Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Innocent
The remnants of a two dollar ale splattered Aaron’s Tom’s hoodie with the red kiss of Margot Susan messy and regretful on his cheek.We had spent a week preparing him for this, and then, seeing her with Skip Mark, plans went to shit, he lost his temper and all sense of proportion. He’s lucky it … Continue reading The Names Have Been Changed to Protect the Innocent
The Roots of 10 Cities: Runaways
When I was in the second grade, my oldest brother dropped out of high school and ran away. Some years later, my second oldest brother followed suit. But there's nothing like the first time, right?
Help Me Rhonda
Do you remember the first song or album you loved? I mean, truly adored, with play-it-over-and-over again type obsession. I was pretty young. The album wasn't really an album at all. It was a collection of singles by The Beach Boys on a cassette that had somehow managed to leave my father's collection and end … Continue reading Help Me Rhonda
Romance in Paradise
Boys and girls in time together, like a dance, but nothing so intimate, just sex Angry at the world and capable of caustic remarks ever as precise as the piston punches of that fatherly embrace Nothing so dramatic; White America still believes in the literary anti-hero A … Continue reading Romance in Paradise
10 Cities/10 Years 