Only scotch and cheap champagne/ retain their reliable flavors.

Now, at last, she finds what she's been searching for. Worms. Like bitty pale larva, like half-moons of air trapped under fingernails. She thinks she sees one twitch; she blinks more furiously and hates herself for it.

As a boy I fished under the Tappan Zee bridge which spans the Hudson River above New York City.

The next thing we knew, the KGB started tailing us everywhere we went. They must have heard about Lenin’s Paintings, was all we could figure. Because, what if they were real? That night we went out to a pizza place where we saw the worst graffiti in t

There is an empty space, between every note in rock 'n' roll, where they have buried John Bonham,

There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.

I didn’t question any of it and instead sat motionless as she dropped my wrists and walked away seconds later.

I / go my / way alone

“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx

"What?"

To be honest, I've always wanted to be black

I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…

I blinked the darkness out of my eyes and saw the man again; I could smell his breath. Just like dad’s. I must have fallen asleep. My eyes felt so heavy. I was cold. Why was I cold?

On the television, a round woman sits amongst the mannequins. She wears a headband. She describes some awesome jewelry.

‘Miguel! A pint of Guinness, please!' I might as well have asked for his mother's immortal soul. A smile as benign as a stiletto. But he served a clean and tidy pint.