Who Are You and Whom Do You Love?
The woman you were when you left them. The silhouette sorting through your garbage, in search of aluminum cans and […]
The woman you were when you left them. The silhouette sorting through your garbage, in search of aluminum cans and […]
On this the last day on earth I bathe, wash my hair, clean my nails shave with a new blade
Because it seemed sensible then to ask, considering the compounds we discussed, how process coursed on to further process as
The Temps, all swerve and pivot, conjured schemes that had us skipping school, made us forget how mamas schooled us
I’m not expecting to hear her speak, stopped as I am at a red light in Stoughton, Wisconsin, on the
Everybody’s dying this week, and for no good reason, that is, no money in it, and suddenly second opinions are