Jimmy BroccoliFeb 15Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesHe Was What We Knew Then as RetardedHe lived one street over – his name was Edward… He was what we knew then as “retarded.” [my eyes drip liquid regret and shame as I write...
Jimmy BroccoliJan 28Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesMe and My Motherfucking Dick: A Love StorySo I’m standing at the urinal with my dick… while the skinny boys cut the cocaine on top of the restroom sink I piss - then zip up my...
Jimmy BroccoliJan 28Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesSometimes...There Are No WordsMy best friend lies unmoving on the floor of the bedroom – he is grey – I am here and I see him – “I am here (!)” (I exclaim) … He is...