Generation Jones

When we were old enough to sit up on our own, Mom and Popplopped our impressionable, young (still developing?) brains down in front of the boob tube and we watched in rapt fascination asthe mightiest nation on earth got its ass handed to it by little people in black pajamas and sandals made from shit …

An American Sonnet of My Own

I haven’t watched a single basketball game since you left meĀ on that Tuesday too many years ago because that was where we would connect when the chasm between us yawned wider than the Grand Canyon and neither of us was willing to reach out to the other one and one bad call would bridge the …