Monthly Archives: March 2015

My other boy cousins were so into sex by then that they were tiresome. Most of them were around sixteen and having enough wet dreams that their libidos were a new topic between their mothers. I knew this because, being … Continue reading →

gravicembalo col piano e forte I am piano. I am a harp supine, encased in echo, felt, hammered. I am piano but I sound loud. Say me soft: piano. piano. pianissimo. Still it sounds louder than forte. I am the … Continue reading →

I guess, generally, I didn’t follow Mom’s advice. I’m much more likely to follow my daughter’s. She’s now at the parenting age, and I won’t be surprised if she starts in on the experience soon. My mother is alive and … Continue reading →

I outgrew the climbing a few years later, but I didn’t outgrow the tennis courts. They continued to be a popular place for kids to gather. It was there I discovered that Betty was half-blind. Betty was our beagle. I … Continue reading →

My mother had a fat pussy. Not plump-fat but bland-fat, like a mound of bread dough. It was broad, sparsely furred, surrounded by girth. I didn’t see it often – not even she did that – but I can almost … Continue reading →

I went on to the grocery store, feeling a little exposed. I’d been unable to make a $6 purchase without having my selections announced and analyzed. I’d been unable to take the $6 purchase into another establishment without having myself … Continue reading →

That wasn’t the end of my irks. It was hardly even annoying. A better person than I (or a better mood) would have made a light joke, if anything, out of the experience. Today is Sunday. I left the house … Continue reading →