Mate, your kind words on the page are comfort indeed. I was just having one of my (in)frequent blue moods. - Thanks, my friend, Moskowitz
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He said “you told me you Loved me.” She said “no, I never said That. What I meant was ‘I love you.’” “Yeah, but…” “What?” and then a swarm of ellipses and question marks hovered over their latte and scones. It's not like I'm asking for a kidney! Buy my book! <BR
The coyotes cry and their voices pierce the darkened mountain side the ritual starts a single ominous yelp then builds to a chorus of cruel mockery an evil cacophony as they laugh to each other and howl to their god like undomesticated teenagers in a tribal netherworld and at the c
I wasn’t watching my step and I slipped and now I’m sinking there’s nothing exotic or adventuresome in this struggle I seem helpless to fight its narcotic pull disconnected despairing and lonely details upon problems upon burden upon miseries weighing down my shoulde
Dear Ms. Mitchell -- I know it's very small compensation for the price to purchase this story, but this was another great piece. I loved the detail of this could be a minute and it could be a half-hour. This is so honestly felt, I almost felt like I was intruding. Almost, but not quite. As usual, another home run. Don't stay away so long. You've such a talent that I think even your missteps would be fascinating. Half-grateful and half-envious, your friend (an
You know how I feel about Poetry (not the capitalization), but this was very good and (surprisingly) enjoyable. Thanks!
This is NOT Carlin! Please check out Carlin's site Link and remember that George is brutal and funny. This piece wasn't either.
Welcome! You've got good taste!
Big smile. Thanks. -God Bless, Moskowitz
Missing In Action: Shovelheat New-Age Nomad Dr. Donald Dynamaso Ms. Mitchell KellyW. JohnnyMasuda DeathByBeebles all my online regulars have all moved on back to their careers their spouses or perhaps even The Great Beyond all I know is they’re not here and I’m s
"we'll get out of Indiana somehow" he breathlessly promised as they raced each other to nakedness in the basement of James' parent's house in the blue glow of an unattended television they threw the dice as his parents slept blissfully unaware. That was November. Months melted slowly they made a pact
Actually, its 17 years of no booze -- that's who this is about. Thanks for the kind words.
Oh, the joy! You're right - communicate. Don't fight because then someone has to win and someone has to lose. And I think that feeling of "you don't love/ desire me" because you aren't in the mood goes for men and women. No sexism here! Sometimes, it feels good just to hold her and have her hold me, the two of us, safe from the world and our kids, in the cool dark night and drift away. Then again, a good vigorous schtupping ca
Fuckin' brilliant, you fuck. Thanks for the laugh. Love, Moskowitz
His book of photographs betrays his memory was he ever that thin? and what of that unctuous smile he wore like a mask? and what did he see in her because now all he sees is a stranger he used to lay naked next to whoever he was he smiled too hard and convinced no one especially himself.
Happy BDay - a day late! So did you get your camera? Send up a picture! Have a piece of cake for me! Have a great year- Moskowitz
I stroll the aisle my poisonous paramours are all there smiling and beckoning “come on, it’s been 17 years” I swallow hard but do not look away approaching slowly I stroke her neck and in my reverie I am swimming in her taken back years ago virginal before responsibility I put her on m
Thanks- this was so beautiful and fragile. Great writing again. Happy belated birthday, Moskowitz
This was also good. Very visual writing.
I want to be an old man with you to weave a lifetime tapestry and repaint bedrooms plant more Korean boxwoods and take more pictures of the kids as they dress up and become adults I want to be an old man with you and feel the warm reassuring grip of your hand as we stroll through Decembers and sit on our bench
Amen. I hope it was a lovely day.
Very well done - You've grown so much as a writer the past two years. Glad to see you're nurturing your gift. - Moskowitz
17 years dry and I still want to get loaded. Great job, from one you knows. Moskowitz
Your teardrops are just another indictment of your humanity. - Dry your eyes and keep writing, Moskowitz
Brevity is the soul of wit, and this was great. Thanks!