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I am feeling particularly politically incorrect today — and would therefore, in the spirit of all that is irreverent and unholy, like to pose a query along those lines. Ms. and I have lately been discussing those character traits that … Continue reading →

“Fuck you, Leroy — this was MY audition!” — Shirley Mulholland, Fame (the movie), 1981 R.I.P Gene Anthony Ray

R.I.P., lovely Trees and, many thanks for all you have given. Two Trees “Two trees were born in a hillside grove. One protested, grew strong, her trunk smooth and tall, tucked away from the elements. The other stood unprotected, where … Continue reading →

As of last night, our 12-year-old cheerleader daughter — Anne Katherine — has officially requested that, hereafter…she is to be addressed as “Artie”.

Upon entering into our bedroom, where my sweet husband is lying and reading The New Yorker: Me: “Jesus Christ, Baby — what is that smell? It smells like shit in here.” He (without looking up from his book): “It must … Continue reading →

After discovering this product, my 2003 Christmas shopping worries are OVER, baby. Using my unerring, finely-honed kitsch sensors — which have NEVER failed me — I predict that this little gadget is gonna be the runaway hit of the season…and … Continue reading →

A nation turns its lonely eyes to you. “Living well — and ripping your enemy’s still-beating heart out with your bare hands — is the best revenge.” — Michael O’Donoghue, 1942-1994…writer, wit, and ascerbic, blistering cunt

My sweet husband is currently lying in bed — all cozied down under our FAB comforter with a heating pad on his belly — reading a biography of Alexander the Great (his most recent historical passion.) I just leaned over … Continue reading →

This poem is so gorgeous. I first read it many years ago — and its message of simple, humble devotion has never left me. It is one very eloquent man’s love poem — to his favorite suit. I dedicate it … Continue reading →

Someone asked me to post a few of my favorite poems — those that move me, curl my toes, quicken my pulse, bring about a wry smile…allow me to see god. This poem, for example, simply takes the top of … Continue reading →