What To Expect At The End Of Your Cat’s Life
[H]is pupils wildly dilating and contracting as you call his name over and over, telling him he is a good boy.
JAKE
The Bionic Teen
In a prophetic vision he’d witnessed a white-winged angel place a golden crown on my head
open letter to you (there)
death is an industry / no different than oil,
Storm Clouds Gather
We are all young and tan.
Gordon's Testimonial
If it hadn't been for that, who knows?
Big Tony
That’s what matters, what’s in your heart.
the co-op parking lot
we came here years ago, buying pomegranate juice in a glass bottle