“Just how many different animals try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind sometimes showing our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be another…

“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."

what if I die?

I woke up to the humming of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,

It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.

I will show you how, in the spring, the sidewalks here look like a crossword puzzle resting under a glass of lemonade,

It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…

in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others

this is where we end -- the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.

Dearest Z— There is no way to describe this place. It is a pendulum, caught at mid-swing or maybe just a millimeter on the up side. It is a sense of sweeping, a cleanness. Distant clouds remind me of the day we took the train and the mountains acted petulantly,…

Zusman snored on the sofa as Motel gathered his belongings in the dark. He moved quietly as had become his custom in the mornings. Initially he had tried not to wake his nephew on his way to work in the…

Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th

I used to be a poet, you know. / Better, in many respects, than you.

They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile

Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.