November 2, 2018
The name’s Meinhof, Jack Meinhof, undercover investigative reporter. Freelance of course and that’s the way I like it, no ties to the ‘Man,’ if you know what I mean.
I wasn’t looking for a story, I had enough on my plate as it was and if this one hadn’t reached out and grabbed me, I would have missed out on Pulitzer Prize winning material. Of course the Pulitzer Prize reference is only my opinion;
October 26, 2018
It all started with the paper I was writing on that Dostoyevsky novel. Demons. Or, as it was originally translated, The Possessed… But that’s a whole academic argument I won’t get into here. It’s what got me into this mess in the first place. Academia is a scum-pit of lousy ideas with a sort of wink and nod, tweed respectability laid on top like foliage over a tiger trap.
October 25, 2018
I know it doesn’t work the way it works with God. He listens to prayers and answers them, if one keeps an open mind. I still ask you for things, though. It’s like muscle memory. Sometimes you give answers. I know where to look.
I’m convinced you played some role in the job offer I got last week. I heard it in his voice when he called to ask if I could start next Monday.
October 24, 2018
With long smooth legs
She slides gently into my mind
Pandora’s opened box lay waiting her to find
Cumulous plums of doom billow out
Shards of despair rocketing, ricocheting about
Descending dread and heartless gray
These unleashed demons she holds at bay
With just her smile so beautifully warm
Makes the wicked wretch and mourn
Their lives they’ve lost I knew they must
Her smile reduced them,