Heartbeat born of my heartbeat, but I will always be a stranger to you, another man your father, your mother my lover when she shouldn’t
Read MoreCelina was the first to arrive at the lake house. Gael would join her later that afternoon for their monthly rendezvous. They both lived in
Read More“I heard they called 1-800 GOT-Junk,” my aunt says on the phone. “The crew arrived early, before dawn. Took toilet seat covers and sheets. Even emptied
Read MoreOn my bureau sits a pair of my baby shoes. Vintage white leather high-tops, cracked with age, toes scuffed raw to a dusty brown. Caked
Read MoreBart puts what he promises is his last cigarette into his mouth, flicking alight his little zippo with practiced flourish. He got it when he
Read MoreHe opened his eyes to the sun tinted white wall next to her bed, a glaze of burnt orange filling up all he could see.
Read MoreThey took no classes together, and, after that first year, never attended the same school, but somewhere, inside the scattered years of their lives, there
Read MorePlease have your props at the ready: A little tin box, A little yellowed bag with white, frayed string, Cunning letters that make up cunning
Read MoreI watched him for a moment sitting on the dock. His back was facing me, his eyes toward the water. He didn’t know I was
Read MoreNight-time, mid-week and liberated by fake ID we’re out. My teenage friend is sprawled across a car bonnet boyfriend on top riding and grinding her.
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