Category Archives: Metamorphosis

Viva la revolución!

Crime & Punishment

When I was a child, my father beat me with a fat black leather belt. My crimes ranged from wetting the bed at age four or five (earliest memory) ~ to not cleaning my room well enough ~ to not … Continue reading

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Eschrichtius Robustus

Dear Jim, We danced together on the March equinox Do you remember? We were free of pretense, free of pain Fearlessly optimistic – wild and unrestrained In the beginning, you had me, and I had you (I always knew) Then … Continue reading

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Sword of Damocles

Some days you feel as if you are Pandora’s Box itself. All the sorrows of the world reside within you. All the hate and fear and bile and shame – straining against your edges and scratching grooves into the smooth … Continue reading

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49 to Fifty

Here I sit in the wake of my 48th year. It’s been a good one, but change is also good (and necessary), and I’ve felt myself straining against the chains that bind for some time now. I think it explains … Continue reading

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Kwing-Kwuh-Juh-WTF?

In a little over three weeks I’ll turn FORTY-NINE years old. What. The. Fuck. I remember in my teens thinking 35 was old. And by 50 you were soaking your teeth in a glass nightly and relieving yourself into Depends … Continue reading

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Sisyphus

Have you ever heard the story of Sisyphus? It’s one of my favorite Greek tales. The cliff notes go something like this: for the crime of outsmarting death, Hades (god of the underworld) condemns Sisyphus to roll a giant boulder … Continue reading

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The Chrysalis

Yesterday marked the two-year anniversary of my son’s death. It was in all ways that matter, the worst of worst days.  Although I will say that for me, as time goes by, his birthdays are sadder. Yesterday was about endings, … Continue reading

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