Arguing with Bukowski

Nothing good ever occurs to me at four a.m. Bukowski sits in the corner, smoking, mocking me. “You’ve never been ugly and it makes you trite.” “Fuck you Bukowski.  Just because you’re mean and ugly, you think that makes you deep?” He does a hand gesture that implies, "possibly". There is a cat sleeping on... Continue Reading →

Mommy’s Little Helper

  “Why are you doing that?”  He asked. “Doing what?” “Putting those lemons slices in the water.” “It’s for my book club,” she answered. “Why don’t you just leave the lemons on the side?   Maybe some people don’t want lemons in their water.” “I just felt like doing it this way.  I think it... Continue Reading →

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