Monthly Archives: December 2011

I had my first high before I had my first orgasm. On the other side of this, a Pandora’s box. For me everything, even sex, is a substitute for smoking dope. Everything arises from this, like the smoke from my … Continue reading →

1 Down at the Spot, everyone looked to Silas Chris to slide his thumbnail down the brown wrapper of a blunt at break time. He had big hands and didn’t mind getting them dirty. Didn’t mind getting them white, either—in … Continue reading →

The cripple who played the drums like the piano, shaking out the beat to Bridget Bardot’s dancing body lava lamps burning her bare breasts lighting the ‘60s with a Zippo. Soft, back to basics with a simple song when the … Continue reading →

November On the ebony off-keys, your hands, your head in a veil of black mist, tonic to your turquoise evening gown. Poised as a turtle dove on an eave, you press an index finger on the ivory, liberating a passel … Continue reading →