They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin... more
I was 20 and I went around to have naked time with Matt.
Every car passing by might house a backseat scout
There is a crawl space in my lover’s house that his wife and children don’t know about. He likes to sing into it when he’s drunk and he’s only drunk when he’s with me.
Were this place to close, or burn, or fall, in an earthquake, down.
Were it to flood or be bulldozed to make way for the gray... more
Girls in white dresses. Girls with boys. Girls hanging on the arms of boys and girls who turn to give you a look as they pass by, asserting their position. Girls who know how to flirt with boys.
Nate and I were in a band together throughout high school — screamo with keyboards.
I dreamed my brother gave his dog to a friend in New York
who could better care for... more
A city wide boil advisory is still out. Brain eating amoebas were detected in the tap.
I could never straighten my legs for a cartwheel and with roller skating, I could never move them right.
Q-tips were her guilty pleasure. She loved the feel of them caressing her inner ear, reaching the itch she could otherwise not scratch.... more
If I’m going to be honest, my life has been running at something of a parallel to Husker Football for the last ten years, over which time I’ve tried to hack it as a musician, restaurateur, and writer.
A Flash Book Review of ‘50 Barn Poems’ and Brief Interview with Zac Smith
My mother once jumped off a boat into a swarm of jellyfish. Why did she think they would not sting?
We heard something Anglo, unhinged, too human. We’d been hoping for Shrimp killing Cow or Cow killing Shrimp, but it was you, Bitcha, flailing and teetering about in the night sky.
Sometimes, he gives me tips. Most of the time, it is this: “Take your time.”
I awoke no more than ten minutes ago and already so much has been consumed
She had us trade cardigans. She said it was an exercise in empathy.
I used to write in circles. Starting in the center.
He was in love with his friend Faye, had known her since elementary school.
If you get this far, that means that things are all, more or less, going according to plan.
My body is uncomplicated. It is a tool, finely tuned for this moment.
The Christian Movie Theatre is mainly for fans of poorly translated morality tales, the violent ends of saints and so forth.
Despite your better judgement, you click on his profile and then on the most recent post: a picture of him smiling on a white slope with his arm wrapped around a remarkably average, yet still somehow traditionally hot (not pretty, just hot) snow bunny.
