Dramaturgy
Let me tell you a lie I tell myself. Suppose two men sit by one another in a bar, empties […]
Let me tell you a lie I tell myself. Suppose two men sit by one another in a bar, empties […]
for Ken Death whips with perfect indifference, flaysfeeling to the bone. My brother’s gone. Day
My parents bought me a left hand glove, because I am left handed. They did their best. They had to
You stood up and walked away, taking your coffee. I stayed to finish mine, not smiling, remembering that late flight
Our very important neighbor’s fused to his new Cingular headset: Now he can talk and walk. Blah-blah-blah goes Mr. de