Each time I think I can’t watch the relationship die yet again, I find a new, metaphorically self-mutilating way to… Read more A Cemetery in Portland
Month: November 2017
C’est Bien Sucré
“C’est bien sucré,” the French woman next to me says to her equally as overzealous companion. And though she’s talking… Read more C’est Bien Sucré
Affliction From the Poe House
Like any writer worth her salt in literary knowledgeability and therefore talent, Abigail Renton was an avid reader of Edgar… Read more Affliction From the Poe House
You’re my cult leader. I love you forever, I love you forever.
She tossed a rose onto the casket as it was lowered with marked indelicacy by the funeral parlor employees. Apart… Read more You’re my cult leader. I love you forever, I love you forever.
Cher Horowitz Giving Eulogy At Azzedine Alaïa’s Burial
No one can say that Cher Horowitz didn’t put Azzedine Alaïa on the map. At least in the sartorially ignorant United… Read more Cher Horowitz Giving Eulogy At Azzedine Alaïa’s Burial
Soilex Pinup Boys
He offers me a ride, and I, in no position to turn down the sole hope of getting back to… Read more Soilex Pinup Boys
Driving to Paestum Listening to “Living For Love”
“I found freedom in the ugly truth, I deserve the best and it’s not you,” Madonna declares as my parents… Read more Driving to Paestum Listening to “Living For Love”
Santa Brigida
There are patron saints for a lot of foolish things in this life. Like Bernardine of Feltre, patron saint of… Read more Santa Brigida
A Routine in Every City
He liked going to foreign cities and immediately founding a routine. A daily pattern that established the same route, activities… Read more A Routine in Every City
Temps Indiscernable
There’s no viable reason to go to Arizona, unless you’re an old woman consumed by a predilection for tea houses… Read more Temps Indiscernable
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