Some people like children no matter what. Even if the children are blowing mucus bubbles, shitting up their backs and practicing for their next Screamo concert. Some people only like children if they crawl, tentacles and all, from their own uterus and fly around the room – my friend Jane had a very interesting childbirth.
His glittering eyes give him the advantage – even over the intellectuals.His beard is theoretical. He’s so smart, she says, all dreamy-eyed.Hypothetically, I tell her.She ignores me.I want a man with strong arms who reads Foucault.I knew him when his arms were stronger and he read Leviticus.She ignores me. His hands are everywhere when he
Once upon a time, not that long ago actually – just long enough that forgetfulness starts to set in – there was juicy peach. The peach was luscious with a soft blend of blood and gold. Everyone thought the peach was the cream of the crop for it was smart, beautiful, confident and followed the
Drawing heavily upon social experience, I have created a variety of short stories, mostly non-fictional and infrequently fantastical. The bulk of my work consists mainly of Fun with Dick, yet it is my intention to season it with other savory narratives.
Over the years I have compiled a variety of manuscripts in various forms and voice all with the purpose of personal reflection. Girl Punch, Inflections, Etiquette, 4172 Words and Velveteen all represent different feels ranging from repression to infatuation, angst to rumination and acrimony to desolation.