On Love

My friends’ wedding in Sonoma was tasteful, sweet, and smooth, like the wine of the region. It was a simple Catholic ceremony, with a few readings and words of inspiration from the pastor, followed by a modest reception that focused on the bride and groom and their relatives and friends, rather than the food or…

It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World – Part 4

She might as well have been speaking another language. “What?” “I’m not a clone. No woman is. All you men are. Except for you.” I knew she wasn’t lying. “Ricky, I know this is probably hard for you to believe,” she said as her fingertips grazed over my chest, “but you are the only un-cloned…

I fucking love tacos

I fucking love tacos. Dripping with fats, chewy and crunchy. Tang that knocks you out with an after-spice, a scary good feeling, like the free-fall tickling you get when driving over a steep hill. Tacos are messy, but perfectly balanced – your whole face and hands won’t get soaked and sticky, just your lips and fingertips….

On Traveling

The first below-freezing day in Minnesota hit me hard this year. So hard that I went to my garage and started up my bike, threw my bag on, and fantasized that I was going to ride her out west. Unfortunately, it was just too cold and there was not enough time. Fortunately, I already had…

On apathy, and Paris, and Minneapolis, and the world

This is not about love or hate. This is not about race, or even public policies. This is about something passive. It’s what most people choose, ironically, which is why I won’t, and you shouldn’t, blame anyone except for yourself. This is what apathy looks like. You. Yes, you watching TV. You listening to and…

Mija

Madrid, no te has cambiado pero cuantas veces me vas a dejar? Hasta que me dejas por siempre   Te estaba mirando desde lejos por meses y meses te quería conseguir y cuando ya quería renunciar me llamaste a la vez   Te conocí durante tan poco tiempo parece conoce una eternidad y un día,…

It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World – Part 3

“Julie…what – how did yo know where I live?” I was completely thrown off, and had no way to ping Chet without her noticing. I was chilled. “Don’t play stupid, Ricky,” and she walked in and kicked her shoes off. She was acting cocky, but with an agenda. “You told me where you live on…

Wise Winds

Skin tight and salty Brows furl to limit the light This mist, it’s warm, it’s revitalizing   My right grip is tight but yielding Tense and taut, shifting from left, shifting to right   This is peace full of hot air And just a slight breeze keeps us, you and me afloat   These winds they…

It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World – Part 2

Julie was different from any other clone I had ever interacted with. She didn’t look at you while you spoke. She pierced your soul. And smelled your bullshit. She had been through so much, experienced so many lies, since starting in the 9th. She didn’t know of the game, just like no other woman did,…

It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World

This is a man’s world, but it would mean nothing without a woman. “Alright, Chet, who’s on deck this time around?” “Ricky, we got ourselves a tough cookie. Straight out of the 11th.” “What the fuck? We’ve never tried one from the 11th before. I’ve only been through the 10th. The 11th is impassable!” “Dude,…