A Slow, Painful Death Would Be Too Good for You (and other observations)
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A serious(ly gay) interlude. After a few sleepless nights of quasi-Christian prayer (I cherry pick all the heart-warming bits and the foodie miracles and leave out the whole crucifixion-resurrection boondoggle; anything icky like leprosy; the Book of Revelation; everything by Saint Paul, and Satan, so like, sleepover, ‘Smores for two,
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Hey, it’s you guys who insisted on thinking of me as “nice.” SOMETHING HAPPENS WHEN YOU HIT sixty, or, to make this as painfully specific as possible, the last couple of months of sixty-four-ness. That’s right. On September 21st, 2020, I will officially be sixty-five years old. And what happens
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Continue reading(if you’re in, or can make it to, Toronto this November 15th.) FECKLESS BOY THAT I AM, I HAVE NEGLECTED all this time to arrange a real, bona fide grown-up publicity campaign for my book. This means that my method of selling my book to date has been to purchase
Continue readingI had blitzed your sectors completelyBut all this time you’ve surviveddiscretely Interred in my one-terabyte drive: Knight jonesing for escape, five fingersdismissingPassion, fondling my door handle,kissing Goodbye our too-easy improvisation. I conjure desperate devious strategies:Charms, supplications, jammed connections, elegies, Viral replications, heartfelt blackmail. Impatient, lover? Hanging in thedelusionOf my blue-screened
Continue readingfor James H. IF WE WERE POSSIBLE—Christ, what a thought! — it would have to be in some other continuumstrung out in time between Lost In Spaceand Planet of the Apes— the original, not the remake— where my love like giantNoma bulbs leaks Red Green Bluepure Christmas colors onto snow;it would have
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