first words

when frayed books in frayed schoolbags become an Official Threat at an Official Whim when a made-in-china mass market fickle prop of play becomes an […]

Another arb moment

What did the viviparous tell the oviparous? It’s not fair, I never get laid.

The first lesson

Shook from semi-solid sleep. No dreams the night before. Above me, the face of my aunt with invisible strings of some emotion tugging at eyes […]

lost the plot

I’m looking for that really crowded room. The kind filled with random people, four legs short of a fire hazard, and squashed bubbles of laughing, […]