aka The Moderation of Melancholy (Part 2)

I fell into Annie like a bad song you’re always hearing on the radio- prejudiced at first, but casually, then over the course of a week suddenly finding yourself humming her between cigarettes and coffee breaks. I’d like to say she grew on me, like a...

aka the Moderation Of Melancholy (Part I)

"Subject - Mr. Thomas Asked You Give Him A Call"   "Dear Noel," her e-mail read.    "Yea the meaning of my name is pretty rad not gona lie. But equally, if not more, is the radness of the explanation you gave of yours. I googled the...

A Year In Review

Hindsight isn't 20-20, it's 2016 with Harambe and Donald Trump as a president elect. Celebrity deaths blowing up your timeline so much you'd think these people went to high school with David Bowie. Honestly I don't get the hype of this year being so...

Good Morning (aka How's Your Mom?)

I suppose I should propose some small talk to mend the space and seasons that have stretched between us. To ask how you're doing and namedrop a specific aunt, parent, pet, or cousin I vaguely remember meant very much to you. Social parlor tricks, I...

I'm Moving

I've launched my own website and will no longer be posting my writing here.   I have grown to appreciate this little corner of the internet, but I need to go.   This is not goodbye, just good night.    www.hdytg.net     Love...

Her Name Was Z Because She Was Supposed To Be The Last

Z was there.   I saw her standing at the doorway blocking the entrance, the creases of a wild grin taking shape across her lips as she spotted me across the room. With a confident stride and sway she sauntered over, the dim lights of the bar...

Notes From Above Ground (Epilogue)

The din of conversation and cheerful embracing has ended to a soft 4am silence and grim affair. You got a text wishing you the best and a happy new year full holding loaded sentiments between ellipses. Dot dot dots saying more than they could admit...

Notes From Above Ground (Act Three)

You allow yourself a moment.   Sanguine is sappy and happiness is so very fickle. Even now with ones you love and your hearts belonging you feel that nag. That tinge of melancholy. You almost washed it down in a bottle and neglect but remembered...

Notes From Above Ground (Act Two)

Isn't it strange that she reminds you of someone you've never met before. So silent and full of storms. There's something violent in the quiet of her eyes. Two coals that look like they're crying at the sun. Her smile has a frown in it and the way she...

Notes From Above Ground (Act One)

You have an awful memory and I need remind you:   Nick has just as strange a laugh as you do. You don't see him often but his heart is bright and being around him feels warm. His jokes are awful but you laugh anyway. Not like work, not like when...

De Spērantia

It was an awful year.    December is at its end and like most I find myself reflecting on the past by interval of dozens. And yet I know twelve doesn't capture yester-yays quite so well. Our lives aren't so simple as to fit into cartons like...

Birth, Much A Lot Like Death

Your love was worthy of my life and so I gave it gladly. Not with a sign or wine but a smirk and  smile happy as the day we (never) met. No sacrifice or ritual needed in that threaded ends well met, decided to put to rest such a restless deviled man....

It's Not You, It's Her (Pt1 of Too Many)

“You know what poisons cows?” He said. A plastic bag rustled between the trees and three children playing skip-the-cracks across the sidewalk. There was a fruit cart stand, so small and undefinable on that little corner of East Side New York,...