Tag Archives: nonfiction
He couldn’t have been a day under 70. His gray hair hung straight down past his shoulders and deep wrinkles lined his face. He was sitting on the cement lip of a flowerbed smoking a cigarette, opposite a sign that … Continue reading
Isn’t it fitting that on this happy day we are dressed all in black? Quick, let us discus metaphor, while we’re still wholly surrounded by people who give a damn; before our names are called and we shake the hand … Continue reading
Once, I fell in love with a lesbian. We had so much in common. Once, she was not a lesbian. Life would have been much easier if she never mentioned her bondage tape.