I know who done it. Them goddamn taters. I walked around the yard and started picking up pieces of the camaro, wondering if, from above, they’d laid the parts out into some kinda cult symbols or something.

We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.

That evening she sat on sofa and sniffled and twisted her handkerchief with her fingers. I decided it wasn't the right time to show her the picture....

Azure felt tired of all her problems remain unresolved, and she felt this was a good opportunity to get one out of the way.

...it's about female needs, Rex.

He knows why I’m here, so he stalls, talking about the coffee, about how it’s a new dark blend from a little shop in The Village, about how he loves the flavor, so rich, but just because a coffee is dark doesn’t mean it’s stronger, that, in fact, it’s the

We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.

In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.

for my father I want to memorize this our time together — what we did without her there to tell me You wouldn't want this life you're not cut out for it — and me the child…

Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.

A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.

Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.

Stroman reached over and stroked the perimeter of Rouge's chin with his thumb. 'I am just joking. You are my soul-mate, you know that?'

Quantum transport rearranges grandma.

Rings and things...