A Piece of White Chocolate

Mr. Perry and Mr. Vandercamp brought me, Keith, and Gabe, all fatherless sons, to the town dump to sell chocolate as a summer camp fundraiser. Technically it was a landfill, and standing at the lip I saw bulldozers scraping away dirt to make room for bags of garbage. It smelled terrible. Taking the trash to

Do You Think You’ll Notice?

I guess I’ve been missing the mark lately. Just last week, I bought those discount pleather boots from the thrift shop on Stournari. I showed you them, you frowned, typed something into your phone, and looked at me. I’d never bought anything second-hand (my mom would probably have an aneurysm), but thanks to you, I

Stream Never Failing

“But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!”  -Amos 5:24 (NIV)                                                                  *** A mother and her son rest in Patterson Park on a beach towel beside a murky stream of water. The subtle sloosh of running water is no match for the handful of birds circling overhead. The chirp of

Insomnia

content warning : abortion She won’t let me sleep. She has been standing at the foot of my bed for five nights now, sixty hours, three hundred minutes, two hundred and sixteen thousand seconds. When I close my eyes I swear I can smell her honey breath, her whispered chant of why, why, why. Lukewarm

WWMVD?

I knew things had gotten out of hand when my vagina got her own Twitter handle. It started innocently enough. Eighteen months ago my newish girlfriend Chloe and I were undecided on where to eat for dinner and she flippantly asked, “What would your vagina do?” We were sitting on the couch doing what most

Cop Some AZ’s And an OZ

content warning : drugs Of course he’s late, I thought to myself, as I kicked small stones out of my path, en route to the bodega up the street.   I’d been ripped away from the fantastical realms of Borges to reup—some books are better enjoyed stoned—and my asshat of a dealer was keeping me

Try This Easy Weekday Meal!

Stressed out? Tell me about it! What’s worse than putting in a full day at the office and coming home to a houseful of hungry kids? I’ve got three I’m raising on my own, and they’d eat the tires right off the car if I’d let ‘em. But I sure do love those rascals! When