I’ve had the revelation more than once in life that I live like a retired person at an age when… Read more Staring At the Olds Staring At the Abyss

I’ve had the revelation more than once in life that I live like a retired person at an age when… Read more Staring At the Olds Staring At the Abyss
Madonna does not talk to people. Or, more to the point, common people. It’s not her need, nor her want.… Read more Polaroid Junkie Prophecies
“How could you have loved someone who thought movies were a waste of time?” he asked with genuine incredulity, fully… Read more Another Relationship In the Can
Andy Warhol peered out at her from another man’s t-shirt as she folded her own laundry. Andy Warhol must remain… Read more Warholian Voyeurism Infiltrates the Laundromat
She kept dreaming of people from her past. People who were specifically Jewish. When she looked up a phrase like,… Read more Semitic Symbols in Dreamland
He had been placed there against his will, with no consideration for what he might have wanted after being forced… Read more The Bear Forced to Commune With Others
She could remember her grandmother’s feet so clearly. She needn’t shut her eyes or employ some such other hooey “memory-inducing”… Read more Bunion Brigade
He had grown accustomed to living with her, to the domestic rhythm they had gotten into. The trapdoor that opens… Read more You Lookin’ For the Pesto?
Shoving her passport into the scanner for the umpteenth time despite her multiple protests to the attendant that it would… Read more Passport to Nowhere
They never tell you the true consequence of not having an address. That it, in some ways, both limits and… Read more The Vagabond Can Receive No Love Letters