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. 3rd…
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 b…
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 p…
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 fo…
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 t…
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 — dia…
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, oppo…