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A Brontosaurus Can’t Walk Me Down the Aisle

A Brontosaurus Can’t Walk Me Down the Aisle

I rarely come home these days, preferring to meet in the brightly lit diner on 5th Street.

A Short History of My Apartment

A Short History of My Apartment

[T]hat was pretty inconsiderate.

The Girl with the Teeth

The Girl with the Teeth

Pretty girls smile with teeth.

Adam is Dead

One headline on the last page surprised her.

CHADBOT

“Oh lord. CHADBOT, I’d like to speak with a live representative.”

On the Suboptimal Conditions For Growing Roses

On the Suboptimal Conditions For Growing Roses

He wonders if one day he’ll awake to find himself a cockroach.

The Journalist and Mark Mimmel’s Niece

The Journalist and Mark Mimmel’s Niece

When love burns it's still love.

Not-So-Quiet Quitting

Not-So-Quiet Quitting

I can’t do this job anymore, Sara.

The Trials and Tribulations of a Remodel

The Trials and Tribulations of a Remodel

Thiago had left the upside-down window open.

Absolution by Einstein

Absolution by Einstein

What are the odds, Dad?

An Obtuse Angle

An Obtuse Angle

Back then you did not complain to the authorities about math teacher phallic indiscretions.

Wet stones and sticks being washed by dark water.

One Too Many

God. Bless. Lana.

Something Real

Warning: Sexual Content

Step Right Up and Hear the Siren's Song!

Step Right Up and Hear the Siren's Song!

Then the siren lost her voice altogether.

To Each Their Own

To Each Their Own

Some things are easy.

Dragon Egg

“Do any of them like Minecraft?” he asks.

WHERE IS DEXTER WHEN YOU NEED HIM?

WHERE IS DEXTER WHEN YOU NEED HIM?

So what did I expect, right?

Surfer

We asked the 911 lady—Evie—about the weirdest call she ever got.

ANTI-VENOM

I scream, waving her off with a bronzed arm that spent all of yesterday in the surf and the sun.

Selfies

When you laugh it’s genuine. I can see it in the crinkles around your eyes.

Corcovado

My words in comparison felt like roasted mud cracking in the sun.

Gang Gang

I am Buddha, without desire. But if they want to hang, will even the Buddha say no?

I’m Sorry for Your Loss

I’m Sorry for Your Loss

I busy myself at the buffet table, straightening dishes of soggy pasta salad and toothpick-skewered salami cubes.

Mike

Maybe that’s why Tim invites Mike to his concert off the coast of Spain.

A barista pours creamer into a cup of espresso to make espresso art.

Ask Me Something

"I think I ruined the end of the world," he said.