We will plant a church and that church will grow like a flower I don’t know the name for. But we are not gardeners. We carry weapons fashioned against The Enemy. We are soldiers of God.… more
We will plant a church and that church will grow like a flower I don’t know the name for. But we are not gardeners. We carry weapons fashioned against The Enemy. We are soldiers of God.… more
He’d promised himself, promised his therapist, he’d stop letting anger be the first thing out of his mouth. But here he was, a grown man, sober for three months, crying over a clogged drain while his son watched him unravel like cheap plumbing.… more
Here’s this little dude. He’s kicking me. Ow! That really hurts! He’s pulling my J’s off! I say, “What the fuck, man?” He goes, “Fuck you,” so I go, “No, fuck you” then he kicks me in the nuts.… more
The Deli Boys were men everyone called boys, townies who never left their neighborhood, never left their first jobs, their first girls, pulling the condom off when her head was turned, said real men don’t wear condoms so they rolled them up like whispers in the backseat of their parents’ cars… more
My girlfriend Annesa says she needs to visit her ex-boyfriend’s grave today because she felt his presence in second period during a lesson about tectonic plates crashing against each other.… more
First time I nearly died was a bit pathetic, Mum too caught up with the rest of the kids, I was bored. Only got 24 hours on a ward ‘til Mum picked me up for discharge. Didn’t get any therapy, don’t think she took the calls.… more
You can come back every day and see how it changes, how that fur and fat and meat and all that just goes away, and you’re left with a little pile of bones that don’t look like anything except bones.… more
There’s a connection, a mutual understanding. Two waves one over. One grins. One breathes on one’s palm and sniffs hours-old choripán. Three’s favorite street food. One decides to chance it with two. Three will never find out. Three’s busy at home, a continent away, with half and third.… more
But Muppets don’t end with your TV screens. Did you know? They infiltrate your workplaces, your idols, your governments.… more
And that’s when he told me I reminded him of his dead daughter because we both have red hair, freckles, and look like we’re keeping everybody else’s secrets.… more