“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
“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
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
Her mother had constantly referred to her as The Princess when she was younger. As in the one from The… Read more A Hard Pill(ow) to Swallow
It began, fittingly, the year The Pinkprint came out. 2014. Alise played it on repeat as she drove up the… Read more Pulling Yourself, You’re Pulling Yourself
Matías had warned them of the plague that would descend upon the forest. Time and time again. He could feel… Read more All This So White People Could Have Their Banana Split