My Son the Man
by Sharon Olds
Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,
the way Houdini would expand his body
while people were putting him in chains. It seems
no time since I would help him to put on his sleeper,
guide his calves into the gold interior,
zip him up and toss him up and
catch his weight. I [...]

Matt has this friend, right? Listen to this.

When my mom was like nine, she thought that clowns were born that way and she was scared that when she had kids they would be born clowns. Years after telling us this she now says that she was right all along and had three clowns. But anyway, [...]

i forget sometimes that people read this. i know, rationally, that someone is going to see it at some point. but since people rarely ever comment, i forget i’m not typing to myself. i rarely ever check my stats except when matt, who is convinced, bless his heart, that i should be a pulitzer prize [...]

there are things, many, many things about the interweb i just don’t understand. i was surfing earlier and saw a headline that read, “kathy likes her imac, wishes it came in green.” i decided my titles need to be more informative and descriptive like that. i wish to make all your lives better by being [...]

i spent the better part of the daylight hours mowing and weeding and raking with the neighbors. the neighborhood i’ve moved into is full of very nice men (and women) who personify that stereotypical cliche of american country living whereby families gather around the bbq of any given house on a saturday afternoon, drink beer, [...]

i’m back now from las vegas. sick of travel. i want my own bed, my own house, my own space.
also: people kind of remind me of shiny new toys. when you first get them they’re all exciting and fun to look at and explore. but after you examine it a little further and discover the [...]