Delve a little deeper into the mind of author Wilson Koewing

Finally she told him she was feeling the same way, but that she didn’t have the words for it. Just the emoji of the face with only eyes and nothing else.

The more lucid among them felt an uplift in his presence; as if, as one patient put it, they were passengers on a luxury ocean liner bound for Europe.

what to do with this boyfriend sized chasm?

fell into two traps—both of which I later found out were common coping mechanisms for those of us heavily affected by COVID isolation: a toxic relationship and belief in astrology

Victor clenched a fist, ignoring the jab of pain from his broken finger, and raised it to Roy. “Brothers?” Roy glanced at him—his blue eyes, so aloof. So tired.

A hyper-masculine man with politics that are probably messy and a bio that says NO FATS NO FEMS but then why does he smile every time he calls me his baby girl? 

Five things you can see, four things you can touch, three you can hear, two smell, and one taste.

on a quest for boobs / i become evil

Then there he was, the cowboy whose name I forget, but remember as tall and lank and dressed in slim dark jeans he’d tucked into his boots unembarrassed. Having grown up in Texas, I understood everything about him in an instant on a level the British girl never could.

It was cold out.

He never did meet the kid.

He arrived in the city with an STD.

Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.

There’s more than one way to conquer & that’s to be conquered.

I.

I started hoarding cash.

I needed about fifty dollars that could not be traced back to me, so I stashed bits here and there: $3 change from the ice cream shop, $4 paying for a round of

For months, I kept two words in my phone’s Notes app: “Victoria Brooks.” I’d hastily typed in the name during a lunch with writer, Jack Skelley, in Los Feliz. He promised I’d be a fan of her work.

I had been seeing this girl, Shelby, for about a month when I got married. To someone else.

The summer after graduating college sank me into a deep depression. Most of my friends moved out of

The Bible illustrates that considering God’s every word is not an endeavor steeped in

safety.

Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.

The 19th century word for “penis,” in one very well-written red-light district instruction manual for a battalion stationed in Moscow, is “instrument of physiological longing.”

Max excused himself to the restroom where he sat on the toilet, pants on to Google “how to break up with someone.”

There is a good case to be made that I am seeking amnesty in the United States because of the amount of paperwork required to simply exist in India

Bruce took one golf lesson at the local country club and rushed home to teach us what he knew: line your toes up in the direction you want to shoot, do not step as you swing like you do in baseball,

I stare into the drive-thru order box, the cars behind me now three deep.

Decision fatigue. That’s what my therapist calls it. Decision fatigue must be what renders me silent in the Taco Bell

My point here is that I no longer want my art practice to have a direct and negative impact on my personal relationships.

When you texted him something passive aggressive because he didn't answer your text in a timely manner, did he ignore you harder? Small dick energy (SDE).

You are such a hot cowboy and I feel so lucky that you’re with me in this, standing in these dark brain fields right now, I think to myself.