Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

1. It’s cold, extremely cold, which makes the long walk from the far corner of the parking lot seem even longer, especially since I’m not wearing an overcoat, the idea being that when I slip into the clubhouse it’ll look … Continue reading →

Jeffery D. asks me to join his writing team, dangling Pam in front of my face as a "personal assistant" by way of inducement. Given that, I can only accept and, inevitably, come up with a story about a guy … Continue reading →

  Offer Sitting around Virginia’s dorm room with the gang, the usual rowdy bull session, and tonight I’m the biggest bull slinger of all, boasting about my prowess at cunnilingus, offering my services to all comers (so to speak) and … Continue reading →

She plopped onto my lap  Beer sloshing over the lip Of her plastic cup Whoops    Damn I gave her a bear hug Am I a lucky guy or what   Well, damn she said You Might just get even luckier … Continue reading →

  I felt like a puss oozing blackhead, filled to bursting with something that was not me.  

  When I got to the middle of the street a black guy was already there, grandly gesturing to a car to pass by. People around here are great jaywalkers – they don’t stroll obliviously into traffic, cell phone to … Continue reading →

  In the crowded lobby of the chalet at the bottom of the hill. She’s vivid, fully realized, and I’m content to just watch her bustle around until she comes so close that our eyes meet and it would be … Continue reading →

  I see her going into a hidden room, follow, and there they are, the leaders of the defeated enemy army. I sling her over my shoulders like a sweater while I question them, but when I’m done she’s gone … Continue reading →

    "See anything you like?" "Huh?" It took me a second to realize that Tekla had caught me looking down her blouse as she leaned over the table, and another second to become completely and paralyzingly embarrassed. "Uhhhh…." But … Continue reading →

New Year’s New Year’s eve at Nietzsche’s – eternal recurrence, right? Same as every year, a party with a life of its own. Even that time Nietzsche was in Morocco everybody came to his house anyway, parking on the lawn, … Continue reading →