After a Late Night Outcall (Creepy Enough to Care)
my feet are so warm
I shouldn't have worn
my felt boots
I didn't mean to be drunk
I'm a dull woman
these days
it's just
I
to the right of my heart a button °
if you see the button press deeply into me
I am shining brilliantly on my way down the stairs
in 1984 I thought everything existed as light
in
Matthew Savoca has placed himself as a poignant voice in the school of transcendental deadpan writing. Penning poetry, and now prose, which prominently feature nature and domesticity as
This was a burlesque theater, a two-bit operation that could barely pay off the racketeers and the cops a place to come into out of the dark, although in the end the dark could snag you by the
When the governor’s budget cuts hit Eisenhower Middle School, the library’s one of the first targets because who needs books? The staff is halved. I’m cut; Joan’s kept. She has nineteen years in
For this Non-Reader spotlight, we talk to Kathryn Wakeman about not reading, tv, East of Eden, Eat Pray Love, reading the internet, deadlines, feminism, unlikeable female characters, uncontrollable agreeability.
The next morning the phone rings early, five-thirty, definitely not later than six. The birds outside don’t scream that loud after six. The voice on the phone is my niece, the fifteen-year-old,
There’s been a lot of talk about Executives in the news lately, a lot of mystery and confusion. For the last year, I’ve had a side-gig proofreading executive resumes. Now I know all about
Suddenly I want to be the one to leave a party.
Maybe life imitates art after all.
LAKE ELSINORE WILL HOST THE ONE TRICK PONY
This place was one of those places. Had a minor league baseball team, an Angels affiliate, on some high ground, halfway between Riverside and
As I write this, nearly a month into the season, my beloved Phillies flounder in third place. Even that dubious standing owes much to their good fortune over the weekend, which saw Detroit sweep
HOBART: Maybe I'm seeing a connection where there isn't one and this doesn't apply more to writers than anyone else, but I feel like I've increasingly seen/met writers who run, bike, and are otherwise
On April 9, my debut novel League of Somebodies was released by Seattle's Dark Coast Press. Two months earlier, my fellow Bay Area novelist Joshua Mohr released Fight Song, his fourth novel.
As a teenager, I had this superficial interest in handguns—I liked how the metal felt against my skin. I had never learned to shoot one, however, nor did I really intend to know at that young age.
The first and the simplest emotion which we discover in the human mind is curiosity, so it does not surprise me when you say you are leaving for the rest of the evening to climb Mount Grablehorn or
Last week, my birthday passed without time to celebrate. No cake, no party. I’ve been working a lot. My daughter refuses to believe I’m a year older because I didn’t blow out any candles.
“If
Walter White is looking in the mirror when he hears a key in the door of his condo. He is smoothing a deep maroon shirt, new, Hugo Boss, over his abdomen. He is liking the shiny sheen of it and
