New Year’s Absolutions

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

Humbert Tanka

rice paper dress laidso delicately stuck toher elastic skinholed up in motels with acold gas station cola lip colour smeared…

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

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

This story was written by my late boyfriend, Stewart Ansel III. He died a year ago today, so I am…

How do you respond when the man you’re falling for asks if you would turn off the life-support machine if…

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

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

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

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