Some, Yes, But All is Not |
I've taken a job at this sandwich café place by the park. People, it seems, are quick to trust a fat man making their sandwich. It is a type of authority unlike any I've known. They ask me questions a...
Posted by kyle b on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 04:06:00 PST |
head is the hell up, or, the bulletin project |
blogging is dead, okay, that's the gist. you can hear it now: X is the old Y, or, to put it in Junot Diaz terms, X was Y before Y was Y.long before the web blog was the cork, the bulletin, the board o...
Posted by kyle b on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 12:01:00 PST |
Here Scoring Becomes Tricky |
Abigail Angela Anderson came into the world exactly five years to the day after her older sister, Deanna Noreen Anderson, a quirky and ultimately meaningless coincidence little Dee-Dee would nonethele...
Posted by kyle b on Mon, 21 May 2007 12:16:00 PST |
A Delightful Lunch |
It's no different. There is this person here and another person just over here. They are together, sort of. One of them has a PENIS. The other, a VAGINA. The one with the vagina is telling a story and...
Posted by kyle b on Wed, 02 May 2007 11:42:00 PST |
A Small Sign of Gratitude |
Driving at night, stars like a zillion little eyes staring down, watching as we scurry and collide. Driving beneath a sky freckled with light and distance and time, and therefore death. Death everywhe...
Posted by kyle b on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 12:40:00 PST |
The Embargo |
Let the record show it has now been approximately seven months since my wife and I last made love. This can be explained quickly. To stay what she termed the analytical Hoovering of all remaining phys...
Posted by kyle b on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 09:46:00 PST |
At a Certain Point Everything is Mutual |
THIS IS NO GOOD, she said, and I thought, oh my dear god she is right, she is very very very very right. There was no mirror in the room, we avoided mirrors like we avoided popcorn, but I imagine my f...
Posted by kyle b on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 08:31:00 PST |
Coffee |
"We walked roughly six miles that night, six very long and very cold fucking miles through god only knows what dangers. We held hands and took long loping steps. Rain fell, then stopped, then turned v...
Posted by kyle b on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 08:19:00 PST |
Failing Awesomely |
This time I woke up in traction, my upper body slightly elevated in bed, the length of my right leg encased in a bulbous white cast, foot elevated to roughly eye level. I tried to look around the room...
Posted by kyle b on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:44:00 PST |
Leave it Paused, Please |
The artist was as tall as anyone I'd ever seen in person. Six-nine on a short day. He had a rare and extremely bothersome condition where he couldn't sleep unless he was flat on his back with his arms...
Posted by kyle b on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 03:23:00 PST |
