I wasn’t going to post this, but was told yesterday that it is “publishable.”   She is not a musician I am just a boy with hot chocolate And a guitar, perpetually out of tune Building an afternoon from forty-five seconds Unlikely inspiration, all things considered. Two candles supplied with

The introduction to a discussion the Danbury Peace Coalition might organize: Almost as soon as the most recent war in Iraq was announced, the calls came out: Let’s get rid of him in '04. A popular protest chant was, “Like father like son, one term and he’s done,” which resonated

This will hopefully appear in the next Hat City Free Press, if I make the deadline. When targeted by the left for her anti-worker, pro-corporate policies, British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher responded, “There is no alternative.” This phrase was used so often that it soon became shortened simply to “TINA.”

After years of self-imposed torture, i will not be disturbed by delta and epsilon anymore. The television is off, A candle illuminates the snow on the windowsill. There is no sound save for pages settling on a newly cracked book spine. The candle flickers, shining light on my apartment.

Two people, former lovers, put together in a situation somewhat by choice and somewhat by lack of municipal parking. I was on a Starbucks run for my comrades in the IT department. Needing cigarettes, I stopped at the CVS down the road for a quick purchase. There were other stores

No, really, anything can. I was just writing down the directions to the Black Cat Theater in Nyack that Matt had emailed me earlier this week. (I'd have printed them, but the iMac is dead after an OS "update.") They came out looking something like this: 95->287 overTappanzee1st exit after