Tuesday, February 26, 2013


I like to listen to music really loud.  Bass pumping.  Ringing in my ears.  Loud.  Music.  I like to feel it all over my body.  Entering my ears.  Filling my brain.  My tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth. Pumping my heart.  Rocking my hips.  Moving my legs.  Shooting out my fucking toes.  Loud. 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

all at sea

It is fun for five minutes.
Or seconds.
To pretend you are the only one in your world.
That everything and everyone is somehow outside your existence.
You float on an endless sea of quietness.
The ripples stirred by a slight breeze
That warms your skin and your soul. 
Your fingers trace the water.
You stand on a ground that feel, for once, solid. 


I never knew much about my Grandfather's job.  I knew he was a police officer.  A Sergeant on the Chicago Police Force.  When he came ho...