This is a public service announcement, with cocktails Know your drunks. All three of ’em Know your drunks. These are your drunks. There are three types of drunks. The first, the primary, are the mean drunks. The fighting Irish. The type who spend their solitary, sober, stressed-out, teeth-rattling lives pushing down their bile and storing Read more

The magician came to a stop at the southwest corner of 42nd and 5th. His cape continued to swirl while he waited for it to settle into deathly stillness around his shoulders. The wind, howling up the avenue, spoiling for a fight, pushed its way through the bags and coats of the great mass of Read more

“The remote can be more familiar to us than the near.” – Marcel Proust My dad died in 1999 after a long illness. The last couple of years of his life were pretty miserable. My brother and I hadn’t yet rented the rehearsal studio we use for our band so we got together once a Read more

This song is almost 30 years old. It reminds me of Phil Ochs. Not because it sounds like his music but because of the annoying way it stays relevant. I’m scared of youAfraid that you’ll touch meAfraid that you won’tAfraid that you already have and I don’t even know I want youI want you to Read more

Impaired. That’s the word most frequently used to describe Suzette. Handicapped rubbed people the wrong way and blind was too blunt. So she was visually impaired. In more ways than one, she thought. The little she could see of the thing in the mirror she’d prefer not to. But she was blind. Legally blind. She Read more