twenty-seven shots sent straight to the deleted photos album because my ass looks too wide from above my belly too pale with the lights on my left boob droops like thick paint on a canvas when I try to pose sideways when I lie on my back they fall so far apart he could eat […]
her eyes closed the way my eyes sometimes close when I reach a hand between my thighs pretend they’re someone else’s fingers that slide the unsexiest pair of panties I own to the side of a lip her neck outstretched the curve of her trachea like the bend of a hipbone that peeks above the waistband of low-rise […]
I go to the Pink Pearl factory store at the factory and buy the ones, discounted, beyond their expiration date. Stale erasers. I have been sculpting for years. Sculpting is about seeing what is not there, the negative space, the foil, the relief. It isn’t lost upon me that in my way I am erasing […]
My favorite variety is the Eleanor Roosevelt. I am very conscientious in the spring. I stake and cage the plants. I am careful to deadhead the side branching buds to lessen the weight. I know, you are thinking about the ants, but I don’t mind the ants. The ants are as drunk as I am […]
I have one of those new digital wearable fitness devices that counts the number of steps I take each day. If you aren’t moving enough there is a tiny picture on the tiny screen, a frowning face. If you are moving the face changes to a smile that gets bigger and bigger as you take […]
FDR himself came to Winesburg and planted the first few saplings. Well, he didn’t actually plant them himself but sat up in the Sunshine Special and directed things. He wanted to build a grand shelterbelt from Canada to Mexico. We wanted to do our bit. The President motored away in that big old Lincoln, and […]