New Sins and Old Dogs.

by Tj O’Connor Cancer should be spelled with an F. That’s the way I spell it—F—ing Cancer. Cancer took my girl. Fast. Painfully. Heartlessly. First it took her by surprise. Then it took her leg. Then it took her dignity. Then, it forced me to …...

Dying To Kill My Darlings … kill ’em all.

Kill ’em! Kill ’em all! Die my darlings, die!Phew, now that I got that out. Let me explain.William Faulkner—you know, that slouch author—is famed for many things like his 1949 Nobel for Literature and The Sound and the Fury not least among them. He is also noted for...

Dying for the Affair

My hands are shaking. My breath tightens in my chest. My thoughts are swirling with images of the time we spent together. Now she’s gone—out of my reach and nothing but silence remains. The emptiness is back. Yet, deep down, I know it has never left. Not since early...

Dying for A Little Sanity …

Oh, Dear God … when will it end? When will my television return to zombies and murder mysteries and documentaries about ancient astronauts and how the Martians built the pyramids? Sure, sure, all those things could still describe politics today—the zombies in...