Why I Don’t Rate Books

I am just going to come out and say it. I don’t like, nor do I, rating books. Now, people … More

New Year’s Absolutions

Happy New Year is what we say to each other, and I am guilty of that. The reality is that … More

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for him CANCER, you fucking suck. you’re a worthless piece of dirt who ruins all our lives with your filthy … More

1. Things with X are still fraught. And, I can’t deal with any more stress than I already am. This … More

I roll over in my sleep, witching hour in full bloom. The glow of my dumpling night lightmakes shadows on … More

he fucked me at the sushi bar / salmon roe dried like an apricot we rubbed wasabi on our gums … More

I pour the Prosecco into the glass of apricot nectar. a fitting tribute to you, my dumpling, my lobster. my … More

comparable to the Illiad, your constant affection was the root cause of my destruction and my tormented esteem the female … More

he was always so proud of his new coffee jack, and of how the blood — coffee — filtered through … More