She hoped this meant something. The signs were with her.
She sat adjacent to the bottle of Rioja, half-consumed, and as the week passed the dust settled on her like the faintest covering of snow.
Smoke from bodies aflame tongues the strung moon;
Ex-Sen. Bartholomew "Bart Bullshit" Gladstone has just exited Blow's office. Blow and Mary go for a drive to discuss plot-thickening developments.
he felt like ranting about cars.
Tom wasn’t crying.
A few snowflakes, the first of the season, flittered down and landed on Elizabeth’s new headstone, christening it. Tom didn’t have his topcoat, and he never buttoned his suit. He tried not to shiver. Lynn lifted her face from Tom’s c
Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
The first time ever I saw your place
With furnishings of orange and blue--oo oo oo.
Was she giving another virgin birth so Jesus wouldn't be lonely?
Here comes the bus. It’s going to Tuscany and is full of pronouns: he, she, me, you, it, them, us, we, and you again.
Life's a beach? A bitch? Same thing.
Full MoonWhen the Vice President is informed of the impending apocalypse, the Renaissance man turned politician recalls a verse: The moon her magic be, big sad face of infinity. A former academic and University Chancellor, Vice President Jamison has…