If you had asked Graham five years ago what he wanted more than anything, he would have told you: to… Read more Will Locks of Hair Unlock A Heart of Stone?
The Fictile Foot
When she was forced to come face to face with the Roman statue-like massiveness of her feet every so often,… Read more The Fictile Foot
Personal Pan
I had promised them I would never grow up. That I would never change out of my childhood iteration. When… Read more Personal Pan
The Strange Loneliness of a Sainsbury’s Local Ten Minutes Before 11 p.m.
“You’re too Scot for me,” a too Scottish girl says to a faux roguish-looking man near the ATM outside the… Read more The Strange Loneliness of a Sainsbury’s Local Ten Minutes Before 11 p.m.
Tag, You’re Not It
“Be so good that they have no choice but to notice you,” he was always prattling on, like some sort… Read more Tag, You’re Not It
Old Bitch Cream
“Don’t mind Ruth over here, she can’t stay out too late or she’ll miss her window for putting on her… Read more Old Bitch Cream
Some People Are Tanning And Others Are Pretending to Work on a Rooftop
With the first consistent amount of sun of the season (if one can call anything a season anymore), Bianca–appropriately named… Read more Some People Are Tanning And Others Are Pretending to Work on a Rooftop
A Blemish Forever Emblazoned on the Hippocampus
That patch, right there. That’s where it happened. That’s where he fucked me. That’s why this rooftop will forever be… Read more A Blemish Forever Emblazoned on the Hippocampus
Chill Blaine, Lest You Get a Chilblain
She supposed her most colossal fear was getting so fat that she wouldn’t be able to notice if a fly… Read more Chill Blaine, Lest You Get a Chilblain
That’s Not My Song, Or Generational Propaganda
From behind the bar, he declared, “You! Hey you, you’re up!” In a state of unthinking, which is the natural… Read more That’s Not My Song, Or Generational Propaganda
