I ate his purple liver by candlelight. “Delicious,” I murmured with a full mouth. The liver had a spicy note…
I need. I really need. I am needy. Some people don’t need anything at all. I need everything all at…
The drive from the freeway to my home in Palos Verdes was long. Too long. Miles and miles by street.…
“And you’re a cunt,” mumbled the sluggish woman with a frown that made her look half-dead. Two of the mothers…
The author, when not writing, hunts for shadows in the hard light, has conversations with cats, catalogs his library of…
Reducing the holiday spirit and getting philosophical.
The author, when not writing, plays Broadway tunes on her green ukulele, dreams of having penguins as her roommates, and…
The author, when not writing, dreams of having a chicken sanctuary, a sloth as a walking partner, and a refrigerator…
