“What cross? What even is a cross?” he asks. The man shakes his head, “You don’t know what a cross is?” Read more
Running at a full sprint, she rounds the corner toward which she has been running for one full minute. Quickly, she shuffles to a stop and presses her back as close against the brick wall as she can. The hydraulic puff of air. She holds her breath. Read more
And as she lay there, spread wide, belly down on the disheveled mattress, with a big beautiful buttock filling both her hands, Read more
If I overexpose myself, I will turn to pure light. If someone else overexposes me, I will turn to pure light. If someone inadvertently overexposes me, I will turn to pure light.
Warm, nearing hot, the sun blasts through the unusually large set of windows that essentially creates the south-facing wall of the tiny attic space. Twinkles of light catch crusted pieces of dust as they are thrust from the place of their death into a new life, swimming through the unknown, toward an unknowable end. The direction of the light rays slice diagonally through the space and shed light solely upon two human figures. Read more
“Well, of course you just procrastinate. You just make up stuff that makes no sense to you, and then, well, you know, you just sort of come off as a crazy person, and yea, it’s never a bad thing to gain a little pity or, you know, what?, the sympathy card, vote, and like that. Right? Sorry, what was your question?” Read more
She paces slowly in front of the stove top range. Slap, slap, the heels of her men’s-size-12 woolly slippers hit the composite-plastic-looks-like hardwood floors with each sloppy, frustrating step. Read more