“We all come out from Gogol's 'Overcoat'," said Dostoevsky. Well, sometimes, I think otherwise.

Back when they were younger, David was always gushing about every little thing in his head, and his openness appealed to her as much as his muscular frame did. But after that year they spent apart, he was always ... smiling. Smiling and vague.

blinking out

The villagers smash in a garage door with their heads, causing some to bleed from the ears and mouth.

Nor woke, as always, to a dark room smelling of the lavender she kept in little bottles to perfume the otherwise stank air. Outside, she could still see the edge of the moon hanging there like a lopsided smile. The early summer wind blew in and stirred the faded floral…

Age Eight: Custody battle. Reassure your worried mother that it’s alright, this will give you something interesting to tell your children one day. Until now, life has been very vanilla.

Unhook the newsfeed

It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.

My art teacher hated Salvador Dali.

Lise started making up words when she lost her voice.

I knew nothing about the letter at first. When I came in that morning and smiled and said good morning, it was a genuine smile and a heartfelt good morning. But the letter, which had arrived the previous afternoon, was already doing its corrosive work of

A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.

Sit back n enjoy the show in a puffy puffed-up chair

This summer they had reached their fifth anniversary, the landmark they’d dubbed the Bacchanal year. Instead of exchanging gifts made of wood, they’d bought expensive wines and champagnes and emancipated their bodies of clothing for two straight days. The

Afterward, at the motel, I asked her why she liked sex so much, and she said she liked the taste.