Dispatches From Humanity
Chris Oxley
Then it came time to open said package of Twizzlers
The story is usually backstabbing of some kind.
My sister has been reading a lot about her pores lately. At the moderately priced tourist town spa where we've met for the weekend, a commercial for the dual action microdermabrasion brush comes on the television above the hot wax station, and she swears their blackhead diagram is incomplete.
In my favorite bookstore in a city where I no longer live, there’s a sign for sale that says: when in doubt, turn left. I don’t remember the name of the gym where I spent my adolescence, but I could
Then it came time to open said package of Twizzlers
In the spring of 1989 an asteroid the size of the Empire State Building crossed Earth’s orbit.
It was supposed to be
a joyous thing
It happened at a small party I’d planned at a nightclub in the meatpacking district.
She tore off pieces and kept them in her mouth.
He was taking swigs out of a bottle of Listerine.
1. My ex-boyfriend got engaged to a girl less than a year after he broke up with me. We had dinner with her once. She was a family friend. She wore hoop earrings and looked like a worst-case scenario Mila Kunis. I hated her but I didn't know why yet.
Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things
he can tell me: when The Macho Man
first claimed the heavyweight belt,
the year I bought him
Although I guess it really started on Saturday morning.
The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.
This is a meaningful story about the intestinal parasite I picked up while living in Salt Lake City, in Ted Bundy’s house.
A bald eagle was shot directly above my head, mid-flight, and its feathers rested gently on my scalp for the rest of geological time.
I was so broke I went to see my mother.
Esther rises and pulls the cord and moves to the front of the bus, whereupon it brakes and kneels.
From The Happiest Place On Earth
It took a month of working together for Luke to start talking to me.
spell for electron microscopes/ for silicate minerals & landfills
if my friends say you are a cell tower & I am a bird
if when I say I dream of archaeology what I mean is you
The door is open, I said, just come in.
Liz and I sit up with a start.
Well look, the radio says ...
An envelope with my name on it, xoxo.