The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World (Montag Press 2022) Mark Miller’s The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World is an absurdist romp that ties together conjoined twins, mad gay love in underground nuclear bunkers, Yugos, sentient CPU’s, the 1980s, and the tribulations of young romance when you’re two girls in one body. … Continue reading The Reviews Are In!
Potato Aspirations
Sometimes I am pretty unsure of myself and feel like a failure. My wife is quick to remind me, "But you were in that big car wreck when you were 18, and everyone thought you were going to be a potato…and look at you now, not a potato." She's very supportive.
Memories are Sacred
My favorite piece of graffiti in Chicago says, Memories are sacred. Sometimes I think we made each other up out of nothing to forgive one another our sins. But I've always drawn closer to the artist than the art. So where the other ledge says, Andy, Ash, Angel, Yoli, I wonder about the figures beneath … Continue reading Memories are Sacred
The Id of Online Dating
Me on dating sites:I'm a simple man with simple needs. I have a steady job and a creative streak and am looking for a tattooed artist muse/enabler into hallucinogens, graveyards, avant garde music, who's non-monogamous by default and has piercings, kink-friendly inclinations, and esoteric spiritual beliefs. Would be a total bonus if your compassion and … Continue reading The Id of Online Dating
New Motorcycle
Last time I rode a motorcycle I nearly died. It was a mechanical failure coupled with youthful stupidity. I was nearly street pizza. The fact is, every time I think of that moment I shudder. I'm still afraid of it. Out of all the things that have nearly killed me, that's the one I'm still … Continue reading New Motorcycle
The Sushi Girl
In my memory the sushi girl has blond hair. But I would find out later that that is false. She had brown hair. She wore horn rimmed glasses with diamonds adorning the end pieces. That is also false. What I do remember is how drawn I was to her. Immediately. Completely. I yearned for intimate … Continue reading The Sushi Girl