There are stories I will not tell, stories I shudder / to remember. You'll forgive me for withholding them from you. / You may, of course, not tell me everything about yourself either

But THIS is what happens when you collect genuine reviews. I began with a list of 50 of the greatest books of all time, according to the compiler of the list, and then went to a list of some of the worst best sellers in recent history, [scroll down] and t

I bit her ear and / it was burnt toast

When I got out I didn't buy a new suit of clothes, step into a bar, or bargain for an hour with a whore.

the tall, thin ectomorph sat on the verdant, green grass as the unclothed naked woman on the Sunday-picnic blanket poured white cow’s milk into a vodka shot glass

We left Louisville two weeks after daddy died...

I call upon all cashiers in dungarees... I call upon the baristas in rags... I call upon those whose sinister principles tax the weakness of their conscience... I call upon all those deracinated by dreaming big...

what do you collect?

Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.

She lifts her head, nose heavenward. There’s a wet spot on my dress from our lovemaking, its aroma as heady as Claudine’s bouillabaisse. I hope she smells it.

So when they shake a finger, when they yell, she remembers Miss Whalen saying, “It’s not for keeps.”

He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.

Johnny Rocket is on the I-pad, sad, He says, “Game on, King me, the Queen” Always "it", he eats pork rinds like mad, “King him again” high on amphetamine.In his sleep, ants come up from the floor board to eat french fries, cola, their aorta…

Her mother was worried.

a mid-life crisis in 55 words