One year ago, I decided to rush to the store to buy a gun, then I ran around in the afternoon and bought groceries… but we talked about that last year…
Yes! Thank you Luca. — Without categorical boundaries it feels blurry. There’s a cop in my head. Yet I’m just making sound, am just stick-scraping…
Feast upon another Luca Salerno. He has amazing prints available of other works. If you’re interested, email me! — We did it, one year of edging. When…
Another striking phallus from Luca Salerno. He has four more images for us. Smut is so good. — I need to talk to you about me. Materially, we seem to be…
As we approach the one year anniversary of “Edging the Aftertimes” and COVID-19, I find I am slowly losing my mind and I know many of you are. That’s…
There are four of them on a couch. They are affirming for a fifth, who is sitting in a chair. They say that while they don’t know what happened, the…
I am in the period of mourning where first, I combine the psychological traits of this most recent dead friend with the traits of other dead friends. I…
A very challenging friend died last week. It is good to know how it ends. They will join the ignoble stable with the rabbits and we will speak of them…
The germ of this idea came in June 6, 2020, while thinking about a completely different set of things. — I’m huddled in a blue blanket in my truck on a…
I originally wrote this story July 4, 2020. It still seems appropriate. — As everyday, an old man sat in a ratty folding chair drinking coffee from a…
It is a clear summer night. I am driving. The moon shines on what my headlights do not reach. The hills roll. I crest the hill and I see her eyes …
As the new year approaches, we molt into yet another form. For the next few months I’ll be focusing exclusively on writing and illustration. Life…