Visiting the ignorance of the fathers upon the sons (Stop!) — An Introduction — The Basics Foreskin is not a design flaw! Sixty+ percent of the world’s men remain intact. This fact alone should certainly stir some doubts about the claimed “benefits” of this surgical procedure. Finally — the preemptive removal of a healthy body part on every boy— one that…

Two Years, Fifteen Pieces ~ May 2021 — February 2023 — I’ve been at it since I was fifteen years old, when I took a bus to Washington DC, to join the 100,000 or so to protest the war in Vietnam. …

Restless Horizontal — He lay his head on the pillow, eyes closing to the outlines of the room created by the streetlight through the curtains. And so his ears took over the vigilance. As his body relaxed on the bed he pulled a cool smooth sheet over himself. They had made love. She was…

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Stand Back And Admire — On Avenue C, on the Lower East Side, sometime in the late 1950s — new linoleum arrived with fanfare and excitement. Father spread out the ocean of newness, flooding the kitchen floor. Visiting Uncle Sasha who fashioned himself a poet proclaimed with excitement, that — anyone from the truly rich, to the absurdly wealthy, might…

A Madman Reveals The Lunacy — Autodidacticism has been the path I’ve traveled. A high school dropout at seventeen, and by age twenty I was writing high school courses for La Salle Extension University — famous for advertising high school and other correspondence courses on matchbooks. This was the early 1970s and they didn’t check credentials…

The Never Ending Parade Of U.S. Militarism — Armistice. A truce. An agreement made by opposing sides in a war to stop fighting. Armistice Day. The Commonwealth of Nations proclaimed it so at the end of World War I. The United States chose to call it Veterans Day. Hup-Two-Three-Four . . . March! One more parade! There was…

A Cranial Depository of Music, Literature, Cinema, and Visual Art — “Pray to Retentia … for each muse aids in her measure And the task is to know The mix of the muses’ gifts in your lines.” — Ed Sanders Memory Shelves Stacked With Catalogues Of Creativity The conglomerate that I am, this AleXander Hirka™ © brand, this one-of-a-kind-ever creature—writer, visual…

Thoughts Under The Exit Sign — “I am dying. Please …. bring me a toothpick.” — Alfred Jarry (last words) Just a couple of months ago as he blew out the candles — nine purple ones, 4 green — on the cake they’d wheeled in, German chocolate, he wondered how many more times he’d have to hear…