Michael Mungiello

Halftime Leisure


Years and years of flamingos, there were no other things. And then, suddenly, all at once, for no discernible reason, during mid-afternoon (of all time for God’s sake), they stayed... Read more


“Philip Seymour Hoffman is Dead”

He was fat. As though his stomach contained a disorderly boiler, that would blast out hot air and whimper and shrill.   He was addicted to those things we are... Read more