Relationships
When Faye Dunaway married Chewbecca after a string of heartbreaks in the late ‘70s, everything was champagne and tree houses for a time. They received…
My Buffalo girl is a bird of paradise who turns out to be an aural vampire tone-deaf to mute spin. On rainy nights, skyscrapers nil,…
You were not there the night I saw stars, though I am certain I told you about the night I saw stars, about how I…
Know that you are not the color of perfection. You are the color of hydrogen and oxygen and war and marriage and fast food and…
After one last pregnancy test, she returned to her seat to find that the cart with the egg custard tarts had passed their table and…
Your forearms are made of daggers, but in a motel room they are made of intensity: I feel you like the ocean you feel me….
You lie naked on a motel bed covered with stuffed animals, and I sit in a chair watching you. With legs splayed, you select one…
We face one another on either side of a motel bed. You remove your dress, the black fringed one you wear without irony to weddings,…
I. You kissed Brooke Shields in a hot tub near Sausalito. It wasn’t on a houseboat, but at a rehab joint. In the ‘80s she…
The sun in September is a hammer, is a circular saw. You were using a belt sander on the Saltillo tile in the kitchen. I…