Posts by John Blase

Some days I don’t know what’s more of a threat – Isis or the Twitter god. One’ll behead you while the other’ll besoul you with 140 pecks of loopydoop spirituality or of course, scripture porn.   How to avoid these hidden reefs? I don’t know, I’m afraid the bird’s outta the bag and have you…

We drove to Denver, just the two of us, because I’d promised. She had birthday money burning a hole in her ever evolving brain. We spent significant time in American Eagle where I stood beside the entrance to the dressing room which is guarded by perky butted mannequins in bikinis, or underwear (I can’t tell…

It became apparent, though, by the time I was sixteen that I was not called to a holy profession as I had previously thought. “Many are called but few are chose,” the Bible says. I experienced a minor resurgence of devotion as a senior in high school when I discovered Dostoyevsky, who swallowed me whole.…

  On 26 March 2016, Jim Harrison died. As I write these words his publishing company – Grove Atlantic – indicates the cause of death “has not been determined.” This makes me howl with laughter, and clearly reveals this particular spokesperson at Grove Atlantic didn’t understand Jim Harrison. Oh sure, there will be some specific…

On this the day of my birth I’d like to thank you, Lord, for conjuring up the idea of me in the first place. Pretty creative, I’ll give you that. You could’ve rubbed two sticks together or breathed into a fistful of dust but you went and decided instead to cause two people to experience…

I know living with me is hard. And loving me even harder. Others see only from their distances and enhance my frame with their own desires creating a man to their liking. But you know closer. You know the stubbornness I have inherited from my father’s side, like a succession of breached baby boys whose…