You don't have to push back so hard. We wore our hair long. We wanted the animals to trust us in their wild open spaces. Everything will come undone. We wore our hair long because we wanted to Be able to find our way home in the dark…

When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."

He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.

If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.

My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.

"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."

Neither you nor I is old enough, of course, to remember that America’s most popular athlete once was a horse.

Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…

Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .

She is an old soul...

...and on the eighth day

We are the same shits/ we were in the Bronze Age

Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…

My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as liv­ing in poverty.

My beloved lets me crawl into bed and put my feet on him since his skin is warm and hot like a fire roaring from within his soft flesh.