CREAKILY SHUFFLING ACROSS THE HOT SANDS OF THE BAHAMAS, Ozombie Bin Hidin’ eyes a gorgeous, plush, beach towel. He puts it on his C.I.A. tab, along with an icy Manhattan, and looks for some shade.
I LAUGHED ALOUD when I realized one thread actually being discussed on this world-wild Internet was “Does Donald Trump’s rise to power more resemble Hitler’s or Mussolini’s?” But here we are. Clearly, it’s Obama’s fault.
SPEAK THE M-WORD WITH PRIDE. It is not a curse, no matter who wields it as such. Let the world know. Be bold.
THE DAYS THAT WE LONGED FOR IN JANUARY have arrived, spilling all the gold promised at our feet. The wind is warm, the rain and mildew of Winter are gone, at night, the fan sings us lullabies.
ANSWERS OFTEN FEEL LIKE FALSE WALLS. There is a beauty to a question that you have not answered, but only sit with and gaze upon.
YET, HER AND I DIDN’T GO DOWN THAT ROAD. She didn’t ask me if I remembered her, or talk about how we met. And I didn’t bring any of it up, either. I don’t know…maybe we knew the night was a singular one.
AND IN THE NAME OF AN UNBROKEN TRAIN RIDE, people live holding their breath. Sucking in their bellies and desires and dreams and hiding their eyes from the demons they love to watch dance.
THE TRUTH IS we are nearly completely inured to the undeveloped soul of our society, and to the crass, thuggish, bullying, immature voice our nation uses to converse with itself.