In the end —
It’s raining outside. Droplets bead on my windows forming a scatter pattern that makes me think of insect swarm behavior. All the bees which used to bury me are dead, […]
He clicked the loopy arrow at the top of his screen to refresh the page again. Her half-open mouth, sheathed in deep red lipstick disappeared briefly. His eyes flicked to […]
The sad old demon sat in the corner of the elevator hunched over his knees, face in hands. Thick leathery skin, no longer the vibrant red of youth but purplish […]
I regarded my father from across the table – his moist, soft eyes deep-set among the folds of skin dripping from his high forehead. I had watched his eyes retreat […]
Her face was concave, like it had been mashed in by the butt-end of a fork and people never used to smile at her until she got fake tits.
Wandering Tompkins Square is the start of another day – the smell of urine clean and sharp in the morning, a brisk accompaniment to the slowly-waking pace of life around […]
Some mumbling number of years ago, I emerged bloody and (I am told) remarkably blissful from my mother’s womb. The legend goes that I was born with a smile on […]
This is what I submitted to MFA programs as my “Artistic Statement.” Ballsy? Lazy? Overwhelmingly Pretentious? You be the judge.
Unbelievable, but true! Even while living one of the most comfortable and privileged lives in all of human history, a writer will find something to bitch about in order to avoid doing actual work.