I once knew a tragic figure who lived with severe depression. Sadly, I thought he was suffering from a bad back. This is the most I have ever written about this man. Thank you for reading this.
It was sunny. It was a potluck. It was outside, in a national park.The Ringmistress and I, Tiny Geek were all wearing Converse® shoes. We planned it around an eco-friendly theme: the party favours were made out of clay and flower seeds, the decorations from old magazines, a guitar was used to point towards the festivities. … Continue reading
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with … Continue reading
By day, Le Clown is a pretty decent web marketing strategist. By night, he’s a magnificent blogger. Every so often, Le Clown will be asked by an account manager to sit with a client, with the creative team, because he’s an idea man: “Le Clown, please brainstorm with us.” Le Clown comes up with a … Continue reading
A “barf in your mouth” moment brought to you by Le Clown. Remember the post about Sara and Le Clown’s first date? Shame on you. The date lasted 24 hours, and as the sun was about to set, it was time to drive my future wife-to-be back to her 230 square foot flat. Back then, Le … Continue reading
Le Clown rarely shares mundane everyday moments with his readers – mundane is seldom invited to Le Clown’s gatherings, unless it comes accompanied by magnificence. Today’s brunch with bloggers Summer Solstice Girl, Betty Esperanza, Sara and Lord Evil Poppy – who just tagged along – was nothing less than magnificent, albeit the godawful very ordinary service. … Continue reading
On Matt Posky’s best post yet, Like a Clown on Fire, SaraDraws write: “You draw better than the clown”. Give a big hand of applause to my wife, everyone. I take offence to her comment. I do everything better but Posky’s written funsies. To prove my point, I have freely adapted an exert of Posky’s … Continue reading
I maintain a few personal email exchanges with bloggers. Some of you have touched me. And quite often and quite honestly [this sentence will be auctioned on eBay; you'll be given all the rights to use it as you please in your future literary endeavours], I’ve been bewildered by your craft, either by your out-of-the … Continue reading