Here’s another thing I wrote for RKP. I’m reposting now because of course, this sort of adventure has […]
Author: Emlyn Lewis
My kids know I love them, and that’s maybe all I can hope to accomplish as a parent. […]
In reality, what I’d like to happen with my body, once I’m dead, is that it gets cremated […]
A thing I wrote for RKP a few seasons ago. I was a cockroach. We were all cockroaches, […]
Cusp is a funny a word. It comes from Latin, cuspis, which means point or apex. Are we […]
Punk rock isn’t music to me. It’s a set of values and a source of energy, a kind […]
The sun was shining and the mercury rose, so I shoveled a spot on the deck and dragged […]
Django wants to go out. He can be curled in his dog bed, snoring like an old man, […]
I was an asshole. I spent a good part of the day trying hard not to get it […]
We are all deathly afraid we don’t exist and/or don’t matter. This fear rides shotgun on all our […]
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