The lines on her face read: DESTROY THEM WITH SOUND. The SOUND of boys’ skirts ruffling with grace in the aggression…
Do not be afraid. These were the only words my maternal grandfather had ever spoken to me. He committed suicide in July…
Carrie sat at the edge of her bed, aching in that horrible gap between filthy drunkenness and crystalline sobriety. Her sludgy brain…
he came to townwith a lousy collageof bad intentionsto give her lifemeaningonly to makea colorful collectiveof drinking…
I brought you lightyou accused itof horror
“One thing I can’t stand about Prague,” said Jill as she pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, “is all the tourists.”
The baby died in the bath water as the belly dancer shook her gut out on the dock. The baby’s mother ran out of my…
red leaves furnish the feastof lifetimes
around the settingthe same cobblestones, the same black spotsof discarded gum, the same dead cigarette buttsthe same rubbish
I admire the labor you investin your interrogation.it gets muddy, almosthilarious, as we duelwith cocktail swords and opposing…