Bottom Line: I’m Possessive And I Want The Things I Can’t Have
When I was around eight years old my grandma gave me a cactus: a small, thick-leafed, green gift of responsibility.
Country Girls And Remembering Your Friend
This is how to kill a chicken. The hardest part is actually catching the bird. Lay it chest down on the floor, with the head facing away from you.
He Kept A Baby Alligator In The Fridge, Right Next To The Carton Of Milk
Since getting sober, divorcing my past and embracing the way of the universe I sometimes had to put my hand to my chest and check that my rock and roll heart was still beating.
Groceries
“I would massage raw steak into it though and then fix it up, tartare.”
Pregnancy Tests
Meandering through trolleys, down aisles, past the bakery and dairy goods, this building was a maze.
Sex Education
“In the dungeon, to perfect oral attention, we would practice this for at least a month…”
Drinking At The Castle
Pickled eggs. Eggs pickled? About twenty of them float in a screw top glass jar, sat between Tuckins teacakes dressed in…
This Is Why You Should Try Something You’re Bad At
The bad poetry got me somewhere. It taught me: how not to write.