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I don’t recall her name, and I’m too afraid to ask, but still I can see her smeared eye-liner, those torn fishnet stockings and that...

I should not be ashamed to touch my own body. It is mine I should not be ashamed to leave my planned parenthood appointment. It is mine I...

it cannot be considered indecency to imagine pure pleasure under the tree the one you jog past every...

7 sins? No 7 deadly lies. Insidious and acceptable taught as truth rotting will at the foundations of selfhood. question these and you...

A French lover in New York impeccably dressed part of the fashion crowd. With the New York glitterati, they meet at The Pierre happy hour...

She walks down the street wearing a fur coat and wide-brimmed hat leading a Jack Russell terrier on a leash. I watched her sit on a bench...

there was movement, down by my foot and the movement was a bird, lost and blinking, a furry brown golfball, barely feathered. it moved...

Please don’t tell me I’m any good after every party, I hurry home to wash myself If I can, I will scrub off my skin scrub off myself from...

The mist curled up, the tall shadows of pines stood still on the window panes. The smoky eyes of the night heaved a sigh. The spectre of...

I. When I walked to our meeting place to wait for you by the river, it was another 70s evening for girls with flowers in their hair and...

It yanks me awake, the tetanizing pain. We’re not meant to feel this and live, I think. I make demands to Someone: If it goes on for...

Having lunch with an old roommate, I ask him how his mother is doing and he answers that losing one of her two sons and her husband in...

“Music and silence -– how I detest them both!... [Hell] has been occupied by Noise...” Screwtape, from C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters...

Winter evenings sipped through the rib cage & unbearable mist in barren paddy fields. A faraway light blinks & walks straight in to a...

working on art really means finding some hurt & pulling on it poking hurting & then bringing it into the sun to heal to scab & get air &...

(Thank you, Gwendolyn Brooks.) He real cool. He Prep school. He Lift weight. He Spew hate. He Like beer. He Fake tear. He Drop trou. He...

My friend told me once that I was like an exposed nerve just waiting for someone to touch me. We were knocking back whiskeys and eating...

my father said i write sad words a little too much but they are the only seeds i have to plant more than half the time for a long time it...

In that other universe, my other me, Edwina Elmira Brown, has aged too quickly. Gravity is stronger there and its fingers have latched on...

But then she seemed to hear a voice, or if not a voice, at least words, words flattened out like printed words on paper, “Oh, no! We...