And wasn’t he such a sissy. That’s what his Daddy told him. Drunk and tripping over words in his mouth…
Four hundred and eighty-five days. Five hours. I’m counting. I might be wrong. I measure it with my sleep. When…
It was Friday afternoon and the office was almost empty. ‘Let’s have a quickie in the stationary cupboard,’ Sue suggested.…
I have no story to tell. Nothing has ever happened to me. I was born in the spring to loving…
The poet, Mexican and male, won a spot on the show, The World’s Greatest Poet. This was a good thing…
I’m a snoop. I know it, accept it and, sometimes, cultivate it. I want to know things. Privacy is overrated.…
I require perfection. In everything. I work at an art museum. I am the director. I wear pristine white gloves…
Sorenson, a hardened man in his forties, lived on the coast in Northern Hudson Bay in the province of Manitoba…
Day 443. I mark it in my journal next to a list. I need to buy eggs. I have to…
Since our boy dropped out of college and moved back home he hardly ever leaves his room. He seems to…