I Used to Watch Touched By An Angel with my Grandmother on CBS
Josh Sherman
When she died, she just wasn’t there. I had to ask about her. She wasn’t in the usual place.
When she died, she just wasn’t there. I had to ask about her. She wasn’t in the usual place.
When she died, she just wasn’t there. I had to ask about her. She wasn’t in the usual place.
Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.
Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.
And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.
And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
Do you remember this one?
Do you remember this one?
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub