The author confesses that this story has been written entirely by mistake. It begins with the mistake of an alarm clock opening and keeps piling them on: a stereotypical main character, a two-dimensional significant other, an unconvincing villain.Read More
And then, slow as you like, Fernando reaches back and peels his cheeks apart. Staring over one shoulder, his lips wet from kissing, his hair still perfect despite all that rolling around.
“How many candles do you see? Mother? How many? Can you see how many? Sit up. It’s your daughter Eve. Count, Mother. There are 69.”Read More
In a brothel outside of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, an English archaeologist finds a clay tablet with Latin writings. After careful study, historians believe it is the reproduction of a letter written by John the Apostle.Read More
Read the Medication Guide that comes with AMBIEN before you begin taking the pill, or unless you can’t sleep. Which is ironic.Read More
I am folding my mom’s fancy clothes. Bright patterned dresses and diaphanous floral blouses from Bloomingdale’s. Bespoke wool pants, now impossibly baggy, from a shop on Madison. All the finery she once wore to Broadway plays and opera at the Met, to museums and lunches at upscale Manhattan restaurants.Read More
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Solstice by Emma Eisler ———————————–You are———————————–no earth-bound love —————————————————–Spoke the girl to the God of the Sun. —————————————————–Once, the Sun and the Moon played —————————————————–tag over meadows and streams, —————————————————–dipped their toes in oceans at the —————————————————–edge of continents. —————————————————–And? —————————————————–Gave love in streaks of light to girl—————————————————–petal soft and blue vein delicate. We met on an archaeology […]Read More