I’ve got a full day ahead of me; I have to write a brief in Lipshutz v. Fredbird, a property damage claim against the St. Louis Cardinals’ mascot for breaking a fan’s glasses as part of his routine.

Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.

Then I am wearing a brightly colored raincoat while sitting on a deck among hundreds of tiny glowing spores

Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.

They look like amateur beavers, all twenty-seven of them on their knees, gnawing through frosting bark. My wife is taking notes on a huge purple flower, listening to the kids as they shout out what tree corresponds to what flavor.

One of the publishing industry’s dirty little secrets is that first novels sell much better than second novels. So why not enhance your chances for success by calling your second novel your first?

They continued sitting by the fake oasis, drinking single malt, eating soy crackers and chatting about the quality of escorts in glitzy glamping resorts. The Paring happened on number three. Just as the gold leafed chocolate fondant oozed decadent Bolivia

I remember the living room heater

We sat quietly in my truck. My lit cigarette twitched between my lips. Samantha and I stared at the front door of Planned Parenthood in Worcester.

Perhaps they serve/ a God’s twisted will// as they accelerate extinctions

I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines

Karin sat down. Her heart beating fast, she clutched her chest. “I’m in over my head.”

On shingle of seashells & Bullet shells, Ghosts drift along the shore Of the Black Sea.

My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.

Jon Stewart factoids!