The Nudist.
He sits across from me, his cock on a chair. Cutting and eating. I watch him, knowing full well that …
He sits across from me, his cock on a chair. Cutting and eating. I watch him, knowing full well that …
I used to live in this beautiful 1940’s apartment in Los Angeles before I moved to Santa Monica ten years …
I have often felt as restless as the earth, as afflicted. As inconsolable. This is to all the I am irrelevants: …
I don’t remember much of China. To not be cold, Please let me get warm, I remember this. To stay …
I feel like I am about to write copy for an anti-depressant commercial. Are you depressed? Trouble sleeping? Find you can’t …
I got really sick as I was leading my yoga retreat in Italy in July. Sick like you get once …
An Identity Crisis We may ask ourselves: Who is this person? while watching the lover pull a hair off their tongue or …
I wrote this when I was 19. Clearly I was in the throes of anorexia. …
Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling. …