She was in love with a boy whose eyes were so brown that she sat stopped in the restaurant at the anniversary dinner with the spoon in her slow chocolate fondant. Out of the corner of her eye, around the back of her head, under the table knees knocking

He decided to avoid startling her from the rear, which he recalled vaguely was a good strategy with any female.

New Underwear

"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."

Conceptio culpa Nasci pena Labor vita Necesse mori

The Starship Emphasis was not having a good day, as two of their crew members had already died of dysentery because someone shat in the water again.

How many extinctions can we claim?/ Is someone keeping score?/ Somebody needs to keep the score

....sucking my blood kind of draws the line.

The pavement was so hot, it burned the souls of my feet. I really thought they would blister, but they rarely did. I would try to walk on the grass, between driveways. Carrying that large bulky box. I would hear the the slap, slap, slap, of some of the other…

I stood there skinny-as-a-half in “big hair,” ankle boots, and black eyeliner. P. was in radio, not books. He had a sense of humor. I was researching a different man for a novel.

I feel like I can never possibly amount to all of the impossible feats I want to. Therefore, I must try and discover all that I can in the time that I have. Time is allotted from our beginnings. Theories about where we begin are disastrously…

This is mine own country

The paper in his typewriter

Confused, I paused and locked eyes with the girl who’d just bounced it with the long, dark hair. “I just saw you with it.” She stared back at me. “Do you see it in my hands now?”

I don’t read. I don’t do the dishes. What am I? If I were more domesticated, I’d poop in the street. I’d lift my leg and pee on the bushes. I would chase after every ass in the hood and sniff them too. I wouldn’t fetch much. What am I? Wha