“Nice? Becca threw a drink in a guy's face for touching her ass last night, and you missed it because you were off talking to a nice guy?” She used air quotes around the word nice.
“Nice? Becca threw a drink in a guy's face for touching her ass last night, and you missed it because you were off talking to a nice guy?” She used air quotes around the word nice.
Jimmy was dead, and I had slept with all of the eligible coworkers.
Jimmy was dead, and I had slept with all of the eligible coworkers.
Finally, one small voice from the tiniest of the nieces near the couch squeaked, “Fuck Gregor.”
Finally, one small voice from the tiniest of the nieces near the couch squeaked, “Fuck Gregor.”
There's some man on the internet and I think he's stalking [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]
There's some man on the internet and I think he's stalking [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just feeling bad for myself. She was alive. We’re all so strange. It really breaks my heart sometimes. Marisol wanted a young man’s cock. I wanted to give her rose petals. Oh, how full of shit I was.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just feeling bad for myself. She was alive. We’re all so strange. It really breaks my heart sometimes. Marisol wanted a young man’s cock. I wanted to give her rose petals. Oh, how full of shit I was.
The following is an excerpt from Smith’s forthcoming acid western novel.
Clem is a worldly fella, but he’s not much for talking so I get fragments here and there. Got to the West from Russia the
The following is an excerpt from Smith’s forthcoming acid western novel.
Clem is a worldly fella, but he’s not much for talking so I get fragments here and there. Got to the West from Russia the
I’d love to keep her locked away in legends, but she walks and grows among us.
I’d love to keep her locked away in legends, but she walks and grows among us.
I dreamt of the mystery woman, still faceless, and I woke up haunted.
I dreamt of the mystery woman, still faceless, and I woke up haunted.
She bites at a knuckle hoping to draw her private, savage joy. What’s it taste like? You don’t want to know. You can’t imagine how hard it is to stop after.
She bites at a knuckle hoping to draw her private, savage joy. What’s it taste like? You don’t want to know. You can’t imagine how hard it is to stop after.
His unbuttoned shirt, his summer breakfast. The gesture of his mouth was the opening of unsaid words.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
