6 May 2015

She had me at “cheeseburger”

She had me at “cheeseburger”

Maybe it’s because I’m a sucker for blondes, medical but something told me I was gonna love a certain couple of ladies who lunch. You can tell just by looking at someone that they have that unmistakable something-something called soul. And you don’t get soul by shutting your eyes and putting on blinders. You get […]

30 Mar 2015

Two Texans

Two Texans

Two Texans, architectural engineers, college students, conference attendees named Shannon and Michaela want me to write them love letters for their boyfriends.   Shannon lovingingly describes her boyfriend, Ryan, as “a sarcastic ass always picking on me and my big head!” She goes on to say she met him at a country club dance hall four and […]

4 Aug 2014

a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption

a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption

This hotel is rife with whiz-bang creators. At any hour someone with an opinion on Salavador Dali is likely to state it from behind a counter, pills since so much of the staff identifies with being an artist of some sort. Certainly, there is an official resident artist and an official resident narrator, but there […]

29 Jun 2014

The Godfathers

The first time I ever went into the Pfister was when my godfathers (I have two) spontaneously invited me for a hamburger in the café. I didn’t know regular people from the local population could do that sort of thing, and I was nervous to be dining at an establishment I assumed (wrongly!) was designed […]

24 May 2014

Hey Historians Of The Future, READ THIS!!!

Hey Historians Of The Future, READ THIS!!!

I am at my typewriter when a woman comes up to me with a request for a love letter. The reason for her love letter being ordered: the two of them are apart while her partner goes on an extended trip to Boston, Winnipeg and Lake Forest to pursue the subjects of their interest, gender […]

18 May 2014

Breakfast

Breakfast

“Breakfast, pharmacy ” by: Léon Francois Comerre (born 1850, died 1916), Oil on canvas, 48” x 28” There is a woman who continually offers me breakfast as I type at my desk. She always hangs behind my chair, oblivious to my working status.  She is confident that I have just finished a long slumber and […]