Punch Line
One night I was the first dancer in the bar. My shift hadn’t started. I had time to get ready. […]
One night I was the first dancer in the bar. My shift hadn’t started. I had time to get ready. […]
She was not the one who let you kiss her behind the fake palms at the wedding reception. She was
The afternoon we traced our 2nd grade bodies with poster paint, legs V-shaped on paper like the outlines of victims
San Diego, California They are holding hands, or rather, their silhouettes are joined at the arms like a chain link
Shop Class frightened him, the jigsaw, the planer, the lathe, most of all the teacher and his long, double-strapped paddle
Sarah was a chronic masturbator; An attractive, dynamic and inexplicably unattached young woman With hair the deep, bruised color of