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"If there's a hell , this is it." -V. K. Roach      I WAS a friendly 7th grade student  at Precious Blood Catholic Elementary in Banning when it happened — when I became obsessed with two disturbing things: (1) Mark Thomson , my drop dead gorgeous dark-eyed paramour  one grade behind me and (2) nasty old chewing gum plastered underneath restaurant tables.  Inexplicably, after being seated at any public eatery regardless of where beginning around age 12 — my mind, body, and soul would suddenly be seized   by tormenting  currents  of joy and disgust. Joy, because e ating out is my favorite thing in life. Always has been and will be. Especially when the ocean (Chart House, Malibu) or bean and cheese burritos are involved. And disgust, because the act of sitting down for a meal at any public table grew increasingly unbearable ,  causing me to unravel on the spot from the inside. On the rare occasion there was a tabl...

“Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem  none!” -- William Shakespeare Though thematically timeless and unforgettable in style and execution, the plays of William  Shakespeare aren’t entirely to his credit. But while it’s true that he drew inspiration  from previously existing tales and texts, and often modeled his plays after Roman  tragedies, there's no denying the fact that he put a decidedly secular stamp on whatever  source/structure he appropriated. Nowhere is his creative licensing more true to worldly  form than in his 1603 tragedy, Othello: The Moor of Venice . Tapping the Medieval morality  play a la Everyman and Mankind , Shakespeare drops notions of envy, jealousy, and  mercy into a 17th Century Italian Navy . Unlike the  Medieval tradition, however, Shakespeare offers no moral resolution for his characters . What he does do is put a chilling new spin on dramatic conventions...

mother at the bottom of the sea   mother of god where have you gone sea faring barnacled corpse black fizzing madonna let me glide beside you once more along the shimmering sea floor let me chew through the charred grizzle of what remains there where i tossed you in that january mother of god i hardly knew ye but to be an unfaithful friend obsidian heart bubbling with the rage they pumped into you when you were four don't punish me for your rape! mother of god you are the cold hand that holds me the exquisite ghost that haunts me the shotgun that blasted me from a punctured chrysalis whilst i dangled there  helplessly by your venomous cord tangled in the  blubbery sinews  of your  amorphous abortions mother of god you of all people should know of my plight of innocence bludgeoned in the night O! if i could swim down to meet you at the bottom of the sea like a fish  i'd drink you in supernal milk ...