There is a woman I like. She is bright, and accomplished, but jokes lightly about how ‘stupid’ she has been. She is stylish, and sophisticated, but doesn’t dress on brand, she uses layers of color and texture, and pockets in odd places. She is composed, at times edgy, yet she looks down shyly when I make her laugh.

Her face is clean and…[Read more]

A Poem For Super Bowl Sunday —

Football is Fucking.

Get into your opponent’s territory.
Accentuate the erogenous zones —
Large head and shoulders,
Tight Asses and cupped genitals.
Get down and
Make passes, keep your hands off.
Try to advance
And
If you can’t quite get in,
Go for between the two uprights.
You can score some points the…[Read more]

So @sexykitty ‘s short story reminded me of the book by Alissa Nutting, “Tampa.” Not to mention all the hot English teachers in orange jumpsuits that seem to be gracing the pages of our newspapers.

“Tampa” is “Lolita” with the gender roles reversed, without Nabokov’s lush and dense style and Nutting’s prose has an in your face — aggressive…[Read more]