Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.
I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
I didn’t trust her. Relationships like ours aren’t built on trust.
Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.
Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.
Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.
I looked out at the busy world, and I saw nothing but its ugly bones.
Creating so many mail merges, loading ink, unjamming paper.
My spirit twinkles like tea lights above a backyard patio in 1950s Queens.
New cartoons from Glen LeLievre, Liza Donnelly, and more!
At the moment we were having that conversation, she already knew.
It was like a scene in a movie; it didn’t seem real. The man kicked her.
People only see that side of him. He is still a boy, learning to be a man.
Did you hear about the candidate who grabbed Hugh’s dick?
Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.
I was creating art instead of counting beans like everyone else.
She’s young and lovely in a mad, disheveled way, and hard to resist.
Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties.
I bought the gun after my therapist said he wouldn’t have sex with me.
“Listen,” Mike said. “You’ve had a hard day. How about I drive you home?”
I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.
My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.
Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.