You sit alone and naked on the cold rim of the bathtub with the syringe in your right hand, your dominant hand, the recommended hand...
He scanned his surroundings: crest of a hill, edge of a forest, bank of a river. He craned his head back as far as his..
I still call him Daddy, even though I’m thirty-eight. He walks into the living room wearing his trench coat. I eye his bare, hairless calves..
They stood inside the broken iron gate and looked at the stones. Many lay rigid on the ground, but others projected upward: some straight, some..
The bar is the type of kitschy you find within a five block radius of Times Square—faux-weathered beach signs (No Shoes No Shirt No Service)..
The full name of the place was 1 Night 1980 Hostel Tokyo, the entrance on a clean backstreet two dozen blocks north of Ueno Station...
I know I said I wouldn’t email you anymore after you left but fuck it. The weirdest fucking thing..
“It’s twenty-two hundred hours Eastern Standard Time on Sunday, the 27th of June. Coming to you live from the Bunker of Truth located on the..
The Lord Shall Provide Genesis 22:8 The hunted becomes an object, and that object always knows that it is hunted. There’s a feeling..
Sarita wiped the grime from the bathroom mirror, tied her hair back and rejoined her son Jesse in the lobby that smelled of diesel, processed..
