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

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
“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
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
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.
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
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
“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”
There are patron saints for a lot of foolish things in this life. Like Bernardine of Feltre, patron saint of… Read more Santa Brigida
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
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