End of Season
Washed and dried, my laundry smells “Spring Fresh,” but to touch, it’s cooling, like autumn. I fold tank tops, T-shirts, […]
Washed and dried, my laundry smells “Spring Fresh,” but to touch, it’s cooling, like autumn. I fold tank tops, T-shirts, […]
A woman in a bright yellow coat wraps the cuff around my arm and asks me first about headaches, and
The jail cell is cold and crowded with queens. Leather queens in tight pants, transvestites in gowns, preppies in baggy
for Richard Before the days of self service,when you never had to pump your own gas,I was the one who
The question one will argue in this essay is what is a cannibal. You are so wrong if you said
Two elderly farmers rocked on the front porch,talking and scratching an old hound dog’s head.“I swanny, I’m getting so gol-derned