A River Between Chaos and Zen

The point of any of this is to remind each other that we are not alone. That this life is not a protracted suicide. There is one for each o...

Before I launch into the preamble and subsequent poetry, I must say something. My recent writings have greatly angered someone. Of everyone...

My only regret is that I had my first sexual experience at entirely too young of an age. Unable to grasp the gravity of intimacy, too innoce...

For as deeply as I hated my father, I never lost sight of how fiercely I loved him. He could be the wittiest, most intelligent and charmi...

Looking myself in the eye for the last time in a mirror strewn with cocaine, straw deep in my nostril, inhaling sharply, I stopped in mid sn...

I grew up in Miami during the 1970s. There were abundant supplies of cocaine, pills, weed, speed and angel dust. In the days of pre-AIDS ...

Last Friday I visited the local office of the Department of Labor to reopen my unemployment claim. This will be the third time in two ye...

My name is Max Grimm. It's a pleasure to meet you. If we've already met, it's great to see you again.  This first blog is so...