Every day since I arrived in Paris, I have gone to the same bookstore,the one next to the Panthéon. I’m...
I keep my window open when I’m afraid to go outside. But the weather’s been good—warm and honest, in that when one day is seventy degrees, the next few are too.
The first time I watch Jennifer’s Body I am a budding adolescent huddled under my comforter during the first few...
I learned desire in the aisles of the grocery store. It was a world of pleasure, of throbbing stimulation and...
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...
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...