March 22nd
Peter Witte
I was on an evening walk with my dog when we came upon me neighbor, Rick.
I was on an evening walk with my dog when we came upon me neighbor, Rick.
The one and only time I saw Herman French naked was when he was toweling off after a shower. Herman was my bunkmate two years ago at Camp Thunderbird. He had the smallest penis I’d ever seen.
Jordan Castro writes about rapper Peewee Longway, memories of his dad and Run-D.M.C., his views on Christmas over the years, and some of his favorite Christmas rap lines.
Maybe I dropped it as I struggle to hold the box of Munchkin donuts and the lukewarm cup of coffee in my hands that I brought for you. Even after you told me not to. Even after you told me you needed space.
Christmas Past
Bill Murray has come a long way. His corner office is all black lacquer and polished chrome, a monument to late-80s decadence, a temple whose sole object of worship is money. His
Where is the sequel with everyone’s joy icon shown twenty years down the road, morphed into a cenobite, gnawing the bedpost it tied itself to, libidinously squelched?
I couldn’t sleep when we shared a bed anyway, so most nights, when he was deep enough, I wriggled out of his armpit to lay on the floor, play Pokémon until sunrise caught on spots in the window.
Like many other men in their seventies, my father has prepared a set of final directives.
[Previously on... Part 3 :: Part 2 :: Part 1]
Last time, Lt. Pup got Mental-bombed by a Cat spy and fights for his life in his mind against the evil feline. Will he get his mind taken over
Dan got an associate’s degree in business, works for a bank and still deals a little dope on the side. Moss sells high-end real estate in the city. Spence moved to Brooklyn for the music and he’s got an EP on Bandcamp that’s pretty damned good. I’m the only one who stayed in town.
And now I am left wondering how The End of the Story might have been different, what more we might have found out, had ‘Vincent’ not been a presence in that flowered armchair, had Lydia not been conscious of him invoking rules: there shouldn’t be any intimate scenes.
Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and he shore is gone pull it out.
We are the high school hallwalkers, the frequent fliers, the do not admit until disciplinary list, the back of the class, the front of the class where I can keep my eye on you, the laughing and fighting and nodding off
i took a girl to a donut shop after an art show
i bought her a donut and milk and then we sat in my car
we talked and ate donuts
she said she had thanksgiving dinner with a guy who shot two cops
You are twenty-six, so you know everything about anything.
Pizza Hut pays for my gas, and of course I eat for free whenever I get to one of our restaurants. They allow me fifty a day for lodging, but since we’re saving for that patio set I usually just sleep in the car if the room is over forty. In Iowa City it was hard to find something that cheap but Missouri is like motel central!
six years later and I only know how to be needed
I am thinking about the lungfish’s two worlds—the wet one and the dry one—and about metamorphosis. And I am thinking about strokes—about whether it’s the moment that the arm becomes weak that a person’s life goes into pause. Or the moment that the blind spot sets in.
we’re all alone in our corner of need.