Category Archives: Tangents

Pub Talk

September 9, 2014 (Tue)




This is a conversation about Ben.

“Jesus, what motivates somebody to shoot himself in the head?”

“I suppose some people’s lives just suffer a deficit of meaning.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”


“I’m about to shoot myself in the head if you keep that shit up.”

A Song of Goudas and Grays

February 1, 2014 (Sat)




30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)

Day 1: “Gouda”

This is Day 1 of the new “30 Minus 2 Days of Writing” challenge for FY14. The first writing prompt is Gouda. Frankly, this prompt annoyed me, because what the hell can you do with “Gouda”? Well, I figured something out in the end.


February 27, 2013 (Wed)




30 Minus 2 Days of Writing

Day 27: “And That’s Why I Got Drunk”
We raise our glasses to the inexhaustible variety of life, to all of those separate moments of sameness wrought with stagnancy, or trifling human catastrophe — to those tentative steps towards hopeful beginnings, or in deference to sadder times marked with the bitterness of inevitable ends. We toast to friends both new and old, to the promise or passing of lovers, to mothers both living and long since lost.

A Prayer for the Living

February 22, 2013 (Fri)




30 Minus 2 Days of Writing

Day 22: “Compulsively”
As time goes by, never forget the dreamers, the lovers who lack the understanding to endure the faithless rigors of lost certainty. Never forget our common capacity for triumph and songs, sorrows and sins, empathy and forgiveness.

A Fine Romance

February 14, 2013 (Thu)




30 Minus 2 Days of Writing

Day 14: “Where can I get a good blintz?”
This is a love story borne of coffee, compassion, fatigue, and dry humor. There’s also something in there about blintzes.

Call Me a Messenger

February 9, 2013 (Sat)




30 Minus 2 Days of Writing

Day 9: “15 minutes”
They say the course of an entire lifetime can change in the span of fifteen minutes. During that final moment of violence in Ben’s unremarkable life, I imagine he required no longer than just a few seconds to take his aim and fire. I don’t really know for sure, because I wasn’t there. I suspect it had been a very long time since anybody had come around to check on Ben.

All We Have to Do

February 2, 2013 (Sat)




30 Minus 2 Days of Writing

Day 2: “Hold On”
We all reside within the universal link, the brotherhood of necessity, this life with its remarkable complexity and manufactured meanings. We wade through waves of the mundanely surreal, through so many declarations of certitude marked with the confidence of meaning found in misplaced authority. All we seek in this life is direction, to understand the might of ambiguity, the strength of suggestion, the grand certitude of maybe. Maybe one day we will fully understand. I have faith in the promise of maybe.