she has good skin. BAD hair. but lovely porcelain skin.

I don’t know if it was due to nature or to nurture that I have always labelled myself errant.

there’s a kingdom dwelling within my ribs

Email request for a reading—then two days later, Devin, the medium, 56, [who predicted Max’s death, and said she would come back and kill her ex] died in his sleep.

Thank you for your message. I will be out of sage by September.

It takes an inordinate amount of effort to grow cells.

I went to the Patteson Drive Kroger for Kleenex

Just before sunset, I find myself
hand-in-hand with my beautiful friend

The clock above the stables tolls one.

We reverently chop up Brother Francisco.

“Be nice, or next thing you know Raney will be in the closet talking to her imaginary friend.”

no escape from the ghosts inside me

In Lesterville, we know the phrase Recycle, Reuse, and Reduce, but we ignore it.

He swathed his roses in burlap shrouds

You received an invitation.

I want to go back to the start.

Mere tufts of snow now dot
the downed leaves, gleaming

He wondered if it was wrong; probably it was.

I am driving my father halfway across Mississippi so I can watch him die a little more.

The shot came from four hundred yards away, past the stream, up in the trees.