this wreckage

Yesterday, I made a half-hearted attempt at trying to sort through the stacks and stacks of stuff I have allowed to pile up in my place. By...

Max V Sunday May 9th, 9:57 A crisp wind flows eastward stretching out towards the Willamette. I am sitting on some steps downtown waiti...

“You remind me that I'm never going to be twenty-two listening to the alarm waking up south of North Avenue my skin is going to wonder w...

Gary and I were standing outside the department store sitting at one end of the mall. “Dude! You know that these make-up chicks are hot!”...

“Would you ever hurt me?” she asked me. Her eyes burned into mine. They were serious and vulnerable like I had never seen them before. ...

This afternoon I was sorting through a bunch of notebooks and papers I have packed away in boxes. I really wonder why I do this stuff. For...

Two new CDs that I have recently picked up have transported me to a different time. The first one is from the great UK label LTM’s most rec...