Back in the day there wasn’t a cigarette we wouldn’t smoke or a chicken skin we didn’t wrench from its bone. We put the television…
The year Alice developed breasts and started to bleed her world became extremely loud. She was fifteen; not quite a woman but…
What do you do when you learn the whore who’d been fucking your husband is actually…
Phoebe Basquait did soaps — the television shows that aired during the day, the kind…
The summer Fiona jumped out of a window my hair turned white. We stood on the street yelling up at her window…
This is my prison — a world without you. I make bargains with myself. Today I’ll allow myself a memory, but nothing more…
This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful? — Maggie Smith