Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

Madam   I’m standing in a crowd, waiting to cross the street. There aren’t any cars coming so a family steps off the curb, but the moment they do this greasy, long haired street preacher type starts bellowing Don’t walk, … Continue reading →

Katie: Part Five   "Pan?" Katie seemed to become alert for the first time. Since Pan didn’t go to our school, most people had a hard time categorizing him as anything other than some variety of weirdo, a weirdo, however, … Continue reading →

Though were far from soul mates, or even especially sympathetic, there was something about Katie I admired, admired not only, with her compact gymnast’s body, long straight hair and resolute blue eyed squint, in the sense of regarding with pleasure, … Continue reading →

Instead she was staring through the trees in the direction of the more vertical mansion next door, still visible through the just budding leaves. "Katie?" I asked tentatively, starting toward her. There was no way she hadn’t heard me but … Continue reading →

This is the dream I had the night before Pierce’s funeral: We’re at my old house in Pittsburgh (which, having been demolished, is literally a ghost house) having a memorial dinner when, suddenly, Pierce is there, sitting at the head … Continue reading →

I lumbered past the outstretched legs and indifferent glances, unsure of where I was going or what I was looking for. Showing her usual indifference to the schedules the rest of us lived by, my favorite party mate Heather was still … Continue reading →

It was the kind of party where I wasn’t sure who the host was and didn’t particularly care. Maybe it was because we were ostensibly celebrating the end of spring vacation, but the atmosphere was pretty depressing – even the … Continue reading →

Hey, I must have been the MVP of the Super Bowl — cause I’M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD! (If that ice storm doesn’t ground us). But you, the UBU public, will be the losers, because there want be any missives … Continue reading →

Bethany: Part XII Sex is a part of nature, after all, so I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising that its consummation often depends on the weather. Bethany and I had gone about as far as two people could without … Continue reading →

Two Pictures of Ellen In the first picture Ellen’s self-sufficient, alone – one of only two new members, she’s younger than the rest and where they’re close, shoulders touching, she’s sitting apart, legs crossed, hands intertwined over one knee. The … Continue reading →