Nothing puts you in a poetry mood like a good breakup.   We both saw it coming so it may seem. As my scars can attest, we crashed and burned. It was all so surreal, a vivid dream, But we had fun doing it, and we learned. We didn’t hold back or play sedated. No [...]

Dr. Sexson said our significant “otters” should enjoy our sonnets even if they’re terrible because it’s the thought that counts. Well, I’m not buying that. After discovering that my girlfriend used to write poetry, I decided to give sonnets another shot. I just think my previous attempt was more of a warm-up swing, so I [...]

Though I’m not much of a poet, unfortunately, I attempted to write a sonnet to my girlfriend explaining the trouble of doing so. After a bit of searching, I found a few examples that gave me a direction, but I feel that somewhere along the way I got lost, or Bill Shakespeare is just really [...]

Dear – , You’ve been ignored and disrespected for far too long.  There are many like you – but none quite so beautiful.  You were once the desire of all men – but through the years they have forgotten about you despite your amazing ability to preserve your beauty.  Even as times change you still [...]

Love is a disease. The more you think about it, the more it hurts. The more you try to treat it, the more it hurts. The only cure is to infect someone else with its toxic kiss and hope they can handle it.   The infection moves quickly, and the effects are clearly visible. First, [...]

(May 1992.  Dr. Thompson is very bald. He sits next to his friend, a large Samoan… I think. Thompson wears khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.)     We were sitting in the Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel – in the patio section, of course, drinking Singapore Slings with mescal on the side, [...]