For Erik and Suhaill As Max Approaches

I’m not one for the divine preferring to live with the reality that the road we travel (the actual fucking road) dips and meanders not because there is a reason beyond but because an idiot was in charge of supervising the road workers. So I often ponder the potential very imperative biological necessity of the …

I hate this place sometimes

I hate this place sometimes: the people it attracts, the things they throw in the streets, the paths they choose through traffic, the places they decide to park, eyes on no ball whatsoever. But this morning, in the shadow of one of the buildings at work, the air was perfectly kissing cool on my face, …