Afterlife
She slots 50 dollars into the charity jar behind the cash register and silently bids her thanks for the alimony.
JAKE
Poem for Our Friends Who Moved Away
Is this the last time we’re all at the beach? Better not to know.
The Runaway WWII Jeep
“If the jeep won’t start, you can use the choke; but never use the throttle.”
The White Pages
Reprinted from Black Moon Magazine
Overcoming a Fear of Firearms
invisible things that will render me beatific
Hallowed
The only thing he ever really did wrong was not be in love with me, and as fucked up as I was, I could never truly fault him for it.
When She Was High At Dinner
[I]t was a real joy to watch her eat.