Posts by Philip Traylen

September 3, 2024 | Fiction

The Nudist Colony

Philip Traylen

I have the feeling that, if she wished, Tiff could control me entirely through simple elbow voodoo; just a loose jet-lagged tilt and I would fall to the floor, start foaming at the mouth.

December 6, 2023 | Fiction

Stations of the Cross

Philip Traylen

and what’s the point, really, of casual sex, except to melt the ghosts off someone’s face