Weightless and empty
Effervescent with buoyant relief
A foal’s weight in burden beyond belief Continue reading


Mission…. Approaching Near-Impossible

Good morning, Candidate 50764 – Continue reading

“Straight Dope” or How to NOT Party Like a “Block Star”

Thanks to my good friends Mary and Jane over at Mendo-licious this is where you’ll find today’s post.   Continue reading

How do you even thank someone for this???

Ok, so this is kind of cheating with a new blog post but it’s happy news and a very sweet dedication. Thanks, Art 🙂

Pouring My Art Out

The third book in my action/adventure/humor science fiction series is almost ready to send to the printers. It would not be possible without the help of two very special blogger friends.

Thank you, Sirius Bizinus, from;

Thank you, Lorien Vidal, at;

These two people, whom I have never even met in real life, have spent months editing my words. I know a lot of words. I can tell a story. I am all art side of the brain. Unfortunately, it is the other side… the logic side… that remembers grammar rules and spelling. So I need a lot of help.

And what did these two people ask in return for these hours of labor? For a free, signed copy of the book. No, let me rephrase that. They asked for nothing. I had to insist that they get copies of the book.

My wife keeps telling me that the…

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Less “Office Ninja” – more “Drunk Ronin”

So, where was I…? This is the way my friend Tony put it, “Shit got real, huh?” Continue reading

Ask Freeta: Dementia Equals Demerits??

Dear Freeta,

This week I got my first ever negative performance review.  It’s basically a wet sack of inarticulate, poorly recollected meanderings dribbling from the mind of a senile, inattentive old coot.  Even though I’ve carefully drafted a perfect rebuttal, it hurts nonetheless. Continue reading

Sharing is Preparing… or, Disrepairing?

I was supposed to go into a meeting twenty minutes ago that may or may not decide my fate.  Things are kinda tense here, in that whole “IDGAF so therefore I’m here but really not here“+”Meh”+”Lemme light this match & walk out” way.  I plan on giving you all a thorough elaboration in the near future. Continue reading

The First Floor Apartment on 84th by Lorien Vidal

So… there is MUCH to report. But I will start with THIS.

Great people who even let me co-edit and technical-assist! Check out the rest of the online litmag, too. They accept submissions twice a year – springtime and fall.

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The Greenwich Village Literary Review

I lived where you live
I spit right where you eat
Right where you’re sitting
Under the soles of your feet

Did I leave an echo
A residual murmur
A spectral shift
Of what I once was…

Is there a whisper in the night
Of desperation I felt
From the time that he was
And I shed all my rights

All of my goods
Like a molting of all that was pure
When he lured me out into dead of night
I shed my innocence

Where you find your keys
Where he knocked on my window
Where panicked pre-dawn 911-calls
Fell on unexpectedly hesitant ears

And they sent no one
They sent me no one
Until after I vandalized this room with screams
And thereafter it was filled with sorrow

Is there resonance of my guilt there?
Is the ghost of my father still where I left him?
Does he…

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A Thousand (EASY) Pieces (ca. ’96)

So it’s perfect. It’s all so perfect now. My hair – perfect. Not too much makeup. Body looks great. Took me long enough. Damn baby-weight.

I’m experimental these days. I like hanging out with him. Makes me feel good. Nothing feels good anymore. But he does. Yeah, he sure does… Continue reading

TBT: Freeta had a “Big Sister” for a while…

NOT.... ...A.... ...WORD!

NOT…. …A…. …WORD! … … …yet, that is.

Around 1986, Mom and I inherited this beautiful kitty from my cousin.  My Aunt D and Uncle B’s research led them to an Abyssinian breeder, since this variety of cat was supposedly the most like dogs you could possibly find in a cat… y’know; because most cats couldn’t give a flying fuck: Continue reading

Something is JUST NOT RIGHT…

Something strange is going on. I JUST KNOW IT

My director came back this week from maternity leave. Despite the fact that she basically threw me under the bus for trying to escape, it’s nice to have another voice up here on the second floor; outside of all the crazy, attitudinous voices in my head. Yeah, I made up a word. Fuck it. It works.

During all the “private” meetings The Boss held with the accountants, the A/P and the A/R clerks during the month before Ms. Director’s return, he must’ve given them all the “Let’s not encourage her” lecture. Continue reading

little brown girls DONE WRONG

Crack whores. No – crack-holes; and whack-holes make black holes. In a rhythmic pretty-is-as-pretty does business. Continue reading

What a Super-Honest “— Available” Ad Should Say



*Click to open in a New Tab. See how smart & considerate I am?

 a)  DO NOT, I repeat – DO NOT even think about sticking me in another accounting/billing/banking/investments/anything-to-do-with-MATH-or-insurance office. Just NO. Continue reading

PAD Day 26 – Pick a Shakespeare-Coined Word

You’ll notice I’ve been slacking on my April PAD-Challenge posts. Ok, so I’m not slacking off on just posting for this challenge; I’m completely slacking on completing it.  At least I’ve done several poems this month.  Which is definitely more than I’d have done without said challenge… Continue reading

Because it’s 4/20…(2015 PAD Days 7, 8, 14 & 15)

…it’s good a day as any to do some catching up.

For utterly selfish reasons, I did 4 poems to catch up today on the Poetic Asides PAD 2015 Challenge.  It’s selfish because it was my “fix” (ha ha – get it? It’s “4/20”! You get a fix!  And YOU GET A FIX!!  AND YOU GET A FIX!!!).  It’s also selfish and kind of fucked up because I did it all at work.  And maybe it’s also just useful because it keeps me from thinking about how seriously low I’m running on fucks to give about anything at work…

Enjoy your “fix”.  I sure as fuck did! Continue reading

A child shattered, Life beyond..

Just because you don't see the struggle, doesn't mean someone isn't drowning.. Pain of the mind is worse than pain of the body.

Tony Single

artist. wastrel. a quantum of potential.

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