Full Blue Moon Dementia

Moving isn’t always easy. A few last minute items seem like they wanna drag me down. Every thing is packed and gone and I’m left here all alone in my empty apartment sleeping on a borrowed inflatable bed – waiting for the first to roll around. Gonna vacuum one last time and then close the...

Cats: other people’s cats, the neighbor’s cats, cats you see on television, the ones in those cat food commercials, photos of adorable cats doing stupid things that adorn greeting cards and the walls of dentist offices, the stuffed animal like cats that act in movies and children have as toys. Those are the kind of...

An unfortunate misunderstanding I will not be here this week to celebrate my two years of posting Full Blue Moon Dementia. However feel free to leave comments and please come back next week when I will return. That is if I survive a week of living with feral cats. Then it looks like I’ll probably...

The bus was down the street where it turns around, ten blocks away, shimmering in the sunlight. All over Chestnut Street couples were out walking with their children while the overdressed girls, parading in groups, filed in and out of the shops, saying shit was cute while checking their reflections in the windows, constantly aware...

The Doctor says my environment is making me sick. Only I didn’t really need him to tell me that. Hell, I’ve known for quite sometime that it’s killing me. Living in the underbelly of the city tends to get a little unhealthy at times – even on the best of days. Although what he’s talking...

The heat is unbelievable – it’s 2am and the window’s open. Behind me the fan sputters and groans, been on for the last three days straight. Pushing the thick air past me, back out the window, only to return again, warm and overly familiar like an abusive lover’s embrace. Otherwise it’s stagnant, no breeze, no...

It doesn’t always make sense – these moments of depression that I get into – especially when there’s no rightful cause or perfect reason as to why they come and stay with me for the duration that they do. Some days when I’m just going about life like it’s all normal, like I’m one of...

The sun’s streaming in through the open window, outside it’s pretending to be summer. That is until the afternoon fog rolls in and then you’ll be thinking that you’re in Siberia. The tourists that are stuck out there on Fisherman’s Wharf today will be busy buying up “souvenir” sweatshirts in an effort to stave off...

Stepping off the elevator I notice that the doors to the stairs are open before the smell hits me. Not again I’m thinking, not again. There is something so primeval about the smell of death. It permeates your nostrils and days later and in different locations you’ll swear that you can still smell the stench...

Paul pulled up to the intersection, a forty year-old man riding a BMX bicycle. His blonde hair still long, his arms covered in tattoos and until I called out “What’s up?” He probably wouldn’t a recognized me unless I did. I saw him there, in his wife-beater and black and white high-tops, staring in what...