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Author: Tripping Raul

  • 4:58

    Work out, quick shower, into the blackened room with Jim in a glass beside me and old AC/DC on iTunes. I sweep my blonde, damp hair away from my face — yeah, you wish — sit cross-legged on the bed and reach for the reading lamp to my left. A…

  • It’s time we put an end to this travesty

    Scrolling through my Facebook page for daily updates concerning pages and programs affiliated with my workplace, my eye cannot help but land upon photos that make me clutch my heart in dismay, ads that again and again rip my soul to the core. Why? Why must it be this way?…

  • Bonus!

    Edisonsblackdahlia was up this morning well before any hint of sunshine. Clad in his too-small, favorite green-and-blue flannel robe given to him by his Uncle Dan years before his growth spurt, he opened my bedroom door to let Ms. Mina run downstairs for her breakfast. “Hmmmm. It’s early.” I mumbled.…

  • Time

    In years past, we’d empty a fancy bottle of wine (well, fancy for us), write down our resolutions for the coming year and then seal the bottle with cork and/or wax. We sheepishly dared to secretly confess our hopes for the coming months to later judge our alleged return on…

  • Clandestine visitation in a faintly lit room

    “Shhhh! We’ll be heard!” “No, we can yell and still not be heard.” “Then, why are we whispering?” “Because this is just weird!” he scoffs, she peers over his shoulder. “Ah, ya think?” she breathes. “So, nothing yet?” “No,” he says. They’re crouching in the shadows in a faintly lit…

  • He is sitting in my office when I get back from lunch/Christmas shopping

    He has pushed back a “guest” office chair to accommodate his long legs. I take quick note, unsurprised, and burst into conversation, plop down my bags, slide out of my coat and let it fall to the carpet all before he has the chance to regale me with his brilliant…

  • Screw it

    Fuck this shit. I didn’t want to go in the first place. Here I am being a trooper after last year, prepped and ready, Scarlet Letter A in place, and you fucking left me. You were supposed to look after me, but you left me. It’s Dec. 20. How fitting.…

  • Something

    I had something really nice here, but I took it down because I was wrong.

  • Fond memories of watching soft porn with my first editor

    Slightly propped on the couch Saturday with a sweaty guy on top of me I recalled how nearly 30 years ago I’d confessed to my editor that I had no interest in dating or sex because the thought of some sweaty guy grinding on top of me was repulsive. I…

  • Hold on just a little bit tighter now, baby

    He was skinny and 60something and smoking in the open air on the porch of the dive bar. You know how I feel about smokers. His flesh was pasty white and he was taller than the man yesterday and his hair was brittle and thin and more pale than his skin. He…