I. I smile subtly, wily, as his wet brush strokes my cheek, dabs my lips; the mystique of the moment, a certain look, slowly descending upon the canvas until every inch of its surface has been conquered, stands down. … Continue Reading
For all the Marynissen boys. Technically, he has two arms. He has two hands, two wrists, two biceps. Technically: Andy Marynissen has two arms. With the right side of his body, he is very strong. Can do push-ups one-handed, many… Continue Reading
All of it culminates in that moment—hands pressing right places hard enough, tongue sharp, tone the perfect mixture of desire and disgust—everything aligning like planets in a Greek myth. One side eclipses the other, muscles contract in white-hot bursts of… Continue Reading
If you take a wander up through the hilly regions north of Binzhou, you will find some stretches of very beautiful landscape. They feature in no guidebooks, though that’s not a matter of mystery or concealment; the place just isn’t… Continue Reading
“On the walls of the [afterparty] only the shadows are the truth.” — Plato Leda invites me back to her place; I let Jeremy tag along. We walk away from The Guvernment, the club that shielded us from morning.… Continue Reading
She says to me, I damn you. Bringing me some place like this. She wipes away some tears, breathes in deep through coughing, smiles with Her thin lips. A smile. Thank god. I am out of my depth with this… Continue Reading
1. The author, Clive Gresswell, screwed up the piece of paper he had been writing on and tossed it into the bin. He was dissatisfied with the characters who had not been behaving themselves and doing what he wanted… Continue Reading
I think about your life behind an e-mail address that may no longer be valid. I don’t even know if this will be read by you. The only way I can write is if I picture you reading this in… Continue Reading
Cleo landed the job by telling the story of her childhood dog, Ruxpin, in the interview. Rux was a Great Dane that her father found at a shelter. He had been beaten and probably starved. He had one perfectly round… Continue Reading
Three days ago, coyotes broke into the new blue sheen of Superstore’s tinfoil exterior. They slunk like transients in through the back and Corporate became clam-like, grasping for self-preservation. Only the bare minimum of press conferences were held, and no… Continue Reading