Her face glowing the ruby of the cabernet and with shame—the shame of asking, worrying about her seam, but too afraid to touch it. What if it has dried up? With a few more lessons on seduction, could it be a desert gulch in a flash flood?… Continue Reading
I held my violet fingernails up to my stubble and rhinestone stud earrings and said, I’m not exactly what most people have in mind when they hear positive male role model.… Continue Reading
“We weren’t right together,” he said. “She was always telling me I should be with a man, instead.”
“She thought you weren’t into women?’
“She thought no man could feel real love for a woman.”… Continue Reading
When Craig dies, he is sentenced to come back to earth as a roll of toilet paper, now with plenty of time to review his previous acts, searching for the one shameful moment that placed him on the shelf packed tightly with his seven siblings.… Continue Reading
Clare watches a man on YouTube play guitar and sing to animals, and they come to him and cuddle him, and her mother tells her it’s a bunch of AI nonsense, and her brother tells her she’s being a girl again, which to him is an insult.… Continue Reading
Here I am tonight on the Mexican side of town full now with Hondurans and Salvadorans, shabby streets and houses bursting with Latin American men who for some reason, sometimes, notice me.… Continue Reading
“Dad says that if PSOs catch ya, they’ll kick your head in,” says Shauny. I don’t want my head kicked in. I run.… Continue Reading
I listen to the sounds of lives clinging to the last bit of dignity they have to offer before they end up little shoe boxes full of ashes no one claims. In life alone. In death, the fading ink on a piece of tape stuck on a frayed box.… Continue Reading
Andy hides in the igloo the kids had built from snow up to their waists. He sees cars sliding, parents picking up children. But not his. He hears excited voices. Twenty inches already! Traffic jammed… phone lines down. Now everyone’s gone.… Continue Reading
Have you ever noticed when someone wants to sound smart, they’ll say it’s worth noting…? Well, it’s worth noting that my door’s always open, by which I mean it’s never closed, leaving me vulnerable to all manner of incursion.
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