My cats are my world and more. They are rotund, little indoor-girl cats, though, who were taken from their mother too early to learn things like hunting and properly washing their privates, and so they think the mouse is just another interesting thing to

Then you stopped abrupt.

It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.

This is the world of an urgent art, the room silent, except for the constant sound of the camera.

Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'

Lothario Jones rounded the corner and skidded to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He was in a tight spot. The Journeymen were still hot on his trail. His Danger Pistol was out of radium pellets, and his once-full Bag of Tricks was now empty ...

It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.

Now coins used for wishing are not like coins used to purchase bread or carrots. Coins that have been invested with the magic of hopes and desires are special and have special properties. The difference between wishing coins and ordinary coins is very subtle.

I wake up with the taste of mud in my mouth. Ashy, sulfurous, charred, with traces of rotten shellfish.

I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…

She is face down in the snow

There won't be dancing, anymore. That isn't true, that can't be true; but there is no floor to dance on, you know?

A short poem.

Picking up a perfect stranger—perfect meaning dead, in this case—and shaping him into the man you’d want him to be is not so easy.

This woman is naked to the waist and then nakeder below that.