Love, Like Stew
My shithead ex-boyfriend and that black hole he calls a stomach. They’re both outside again. Third time this week and it’s only Tuesday. Another…
The Moment Had Passed
A storm blew inside his head the night he reluctantly decided to answer another personal ad. He had promised himself that he would not respond to any more;…
Love Will Not Break Us
Camouflage In a dream he takes a seat in the back row of a meeting room lined with folding chairs. He counts eight people including…
Lint
He dumped her in a suburban basement. They had driven up from the South where she was living with him and his mother. Sleeping on a screened-in…