I’m normally artsy fartsy but this time I’m going simply fartsy. Or perhaps a term more respectable than that. I agree that if I post or talk about politics it should focus mainly on what ideas, policies, candidates, etc., that I value most, and those that are likely to affect the most amount of people […]
By James Ulay, CEO, Personality of Interest, (Multi-Millionaire) : Transcribed by (Sexy) Secretary Mary First Session: Rough Draft: All words or phrases in parentheses are comments by me, Mary. Keep steady on him that ‘sexy’ should most definitely be left out of the subtitle. Also, consider co-author, or ghost-writer heading, instead of ‘transcribed,’ for […]
There’s a mama and her boy across from me; on his feet happen to be the tiniest, cutest pair of Crocs I ever did see. I stare at and study their tininess. Breaking in stare I immediately have an urge to get back on my phone, an urge that I fight […]
On the edge of the lakeshore, there’s this stubby-legged, five, a maybe six-year-old human wearing his tiny Richard Sherman jersey about a half-foot away from this old man. The hair and thick ‘stache of this old man are both bluish white, looking on as his grandson casts his line out into frigid […]
Imagine if you will. Just below the turret window, this window ported over our bed in what the owners refer to as the Turret Gatehouse, connected to the castle’s double arched bridge dating back to the 17th century that replaced an old drawbridge from the 13th century, and on this ‘medieval masonry,’ a male peacock […]
You get cities with aged, torn open streets. The water, the mud; settling a black reflection of faces in puddles trapped inside these cracks. Pink flower petals blown over sneakers, graffiti from the ignored seems surprisingly optimistic, sprayed over metal, sprayed over a Guy Fawkes masked hooded figure spelling, “Happy.” “Pussy […]
The warmth then. Her warm breath from silent restrained moans as she wonders if someone is listening from the other room. He intuits her modesty, her reluctance to sound the alarms, passion boiling underneath to become steam on windows, on mirrors after a hot shower. There was sweat then. He tastes it from his lips […]
Viñales, Cuba