At seventeen, I devoted myself to the pursuit of eroticism. Evolutionary imperatives necessitated a baseline sexual appetite, but I was...
Jeremy smiles into the folds of his skin. Late October. He likes this time of year for its calm: “The...
Hi this is terrible of me! There are factors involved which could be in my control but I’ve chosen to...
In a brightly lit corner of Trumbull’s basement, between the pool table and the buttery, a little modernized slice of...
The flames devoured hillsides, exhaling conical smoke lines like the growing plumes of an old steam locomotive. Northbound winds rose...
From the outside, Grey Matter Books is imposing with its unadorned awning and an eerie baby doll holding a “WE’RE...
My mother let me sit in the front seat of her car when I was far too young to sit...
In the last months of high school, I learned tarot with my best friend beneath the new spring sun. The...
The Walgreens coolers aren’t cool. The hollowed-out stumps hug the Fanta-orange tulips (she loves tulips). You’re scouting out perches, not-so-secret...
Before my rescheduled jumble of omicron-induced flights home, my last night in New Haven involved a midnight GHeav BLT, an...
