Nostalgia
Anders Toff greased each soufflé dish, holding it lightly in one hand while the buttered fingers of his other hand moved across the surface in…
All the ears were piled in one place and all the noses in another. All the fingers were piled together except for thumbs, which were…
We took a Ouija board to the site of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire. She said we had to take our clothes off out of…
Tell me again about the time when we were babies and our thoughts were music. The wooden swing set, magnolia tree, camellias big as hats….
The café is an overflow where mats can be put down as early as 9 PM; I step around and over bodies to get into…
The corn was ready for harvest when the boy got that guitar he’d been saving for. It wasn’t anything pretty, used with a little hole…
We find you everywhere we look. Washed up on the beach. Stashed inside of a cold oven. In the back seat of a sedan with…
Amy Brown’s mother was the bus driver, and so to get to her birthday party all the girls had to do was stay on the…
It’s true they spent money on me. They fed me. I never went down on their son but he’d hold my hand and enjoy all…
If you want to know the truth, this is my second unbreakable 25-cent comb from Lee’s Barber Shop. The combs are kept on a cardboard…