“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
“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
Little fanfare is given to the caterpillar, a glorified worm, for all intents and purposes. At worst, merely a symbol… Read more A Caterpillar’s Broken Dream
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I didn’t set out to cause no trouble, na. All I wanted was to express myself through the only medium… Read more Death by Dance Craze
Bain went by Bain, she said, because she felt like, from the moment she hit adolescence, she was the bane… Read more Wig Shop Heist
It is not “done” anymore. Heroin, that is. It no longer holds the glitz and the glamor of a more… Read more I’m Aching to See My Heroine
“I am excellent,” he insisted to himself and no one in particular as he gazed in the mirror each morning.… Read more I Am Excellent
My grandma did not always have big tits. They came later on in life, when she let herself go. Women… Read more Grandmother Extinction
There’s something about the California episodes of I Love Lucy that really appeal to the homo male’s mind. It’s possibly… Read more In Palm Springs In Astoria
It wasn’t a proper place for a sixteen-year-old to be, let alone work. But jobs were limited in the small… Read more Rest Home Odors