I cannot abide saucers. They, like so many accoutrements of domesticity and showcasing “having it together” represent the depths to… Read more Saucers & Human Folly
Month: August 2018
Quel Rat
The neo-Nazi, naturally, preferred butt sex. Of course, Liliana somehow remained, even in her advanced age of thirty, too naive… Read more Quel Rat
Abandoned Nests
Toward the end of the summer that year, the wasps in Berlin came out in droves more than they ever… Read more Abandoned Nests
Do the Bus Stop
“Happy birthday–belated birthday. I’ve only known you a day, but anyway,” Saleem says to Stephen with the warmth and genuineness… Read more Do the Bus Stop
Terri Nunn’s Advice on Where to Live
Sometimes, you never know where you’ll be from one day to the next. That’s how life goes when you’re on… Read more Terri Nunn’s Advice on Where to Live
Off the Merseyrail
“In the realm of the senses, I still feel nothing,” I tell my therapist in my best attempt at an… Read more Off the Merseyrail
Hey Who’s On Trial?
Before they were making their final arrangements to leave New York, he was listening to Interpol, the first and second… Read more Hey Who’s On Trial?
The Prostitute in Need of Credit Counseling
One, of course, would be surprised to discover that there is such a thing as a poverty-stricken prostitute. Perhaps because… Read more The Prostitute in Need of Credit Counseling
The Taste Tester With No Taste
“Sensory Judge.” That was the official title. And it made the job sound a lot more glamorous than it really… Read more The Taste Tester With No Taste
On the Cuspid
“Help me, help me! Please!” I scream, shriek really, to my father, who stands there–helpless himself–crying over the fact that… Read more On the Cuspid
Literary Bitch 