Cheyenne and I are in her bathroom applying our makeup under the drop lights her dad got for cheap. It’s her very own half bath with double sinks so we […]
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Cheyenne and I are in her bathroom applying our makeup under the drop lights her dad got for cheap. It’s her very own half bath with double sinks so we […]
It’s not even noon, but the sun’s way high, and Johnny’s on the jukebox. I’m sitting in the world’s shiniest diner, staring at the woman who has the most beautiful […]
I had a job over the summer, not because of financial necessity but because my mother held an unshakable belief in the virtue of work. She said that I needed […]
It is within reach, what I need most; creative time alone. That is, no co-educational tits occupying the airspace above my shoulder as I labor to paint them, pink as […]
The pollinator’s girlfriend is lying in bed waiting for her.
April wondered if Laura had secret thoughts like hers.
Has your prostate ballooned to proportions that defy the laws of medical science?
The Juice was loose in California the day Pressure got his brain fried.
I read a story by Lydia Davis about a woman who, upon turning sixty, began sprouting hair from her ears.
There are no memories here. There is, instead, a rose garden on a hill.
Racism exists everywhere. Nothing prepared me though, for the extent of racism in the US, or in the western world in general.
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