17.
He who left home built the biggest steel bridge over the long river
The bridge was a success for millions of people
But he who built it died on it
His mother back in the village
People are still here! Said the dog’s eyes.
There is a ceramic pot full of my mother’s cigarette butts on the front steps of my childhood home, hot-glued back together by my father after one of our cats saw a chipmunk, and went for it.
The first time I went to the opera I went because I wanted to see a man go to hell. My dad got us tickets to Don Giovanni and at the end Don Giovanni refuses to apologize for the terrible things he’s
it's dead at the bar so I say
"sure but I'm not in college
and I'm not wearing underwear
A dog would live too long. An axolotl would stink the house. Reptile equipment is confusing, complex. I’m allergic to cats. What I really wanted was a sibling, or my father. I was thirteen. We bought
Pan and the Nanny Goat
After ancient Pompeii marble sculpture
The God of the Wild yanks his lover's chin hair,
clasps her knee, his godhood fully aroused.
“You should just ask yourself what your needs are,” Stephanie says. She raises an eyebrow, takes a sip of sangria, swallows loudly. “Once you know, then you’ll meet the right guy.”
I glare
She hands me a carved pineapple. Big and heavy.
OUR CHEESE FRIES WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!
In the open office, everyone has questions. Now you have questions.
Moments before we depart for his fifty-fourth birthday bowling extravaganza, King-King decides he would rather eat lunch at Fat Nancy’s
It was 2006, and I had just arrived in Florida for a marine biology excursion sponsored by a certain theme park that dabbles in ocean rehabilitation. To spare myself from any lawsuits, let’s just call it Ocean Planet.
I live a life of humiliation, but the most embarrassing, most shameful thing I ever did was get thin for a couple years.
When I arrive at my assigned campsite I find. cheerios scattered everywhere.
In ancient Greece, it was believed that the uterus moved around inside the female body – like something winged
I don’t want to lead you on: this is not a love song. More of a reply to the note you did not write to the Dear Ashley column that also does not exist.
I took to wearing your ring again because everybody likes dealing with a woman who’s married. They want a winner.
You empty your bank account of the $1,326 and sink it all into Facebook advertisements.
"Intake" and "Progress"
The great thing about Betty and Rosalynn Carter working together was showing the world how to find common ground even when coming from different political stances. We could use a lot more of that right now.
Many a novel today is a screenplay with feelings.
When we were five or six, well before that shot, we walked together in those woods. It was fall and we had just touched, for the first time that I can remember, in his room, under blankets. They were either 101 Dalmatians or Power Rangers-themed
THE TENSION
Sliced peach cool
under fresh yoghurt,
steaming creamy coffee,
the slow, dark wake of an October morning.
Difficult to pull myself
away from comfort and
the waves of
