There he sat with the chocolate cake in the plastic dome, three-fourths absent. “Chocolate cake” is blasphemy, it’s more than that. Just like cake always is. Cake comes in with a rush of celebratory and familial feelings, but also those of much needed hope however large or waning. And this…

The ceiling still looked as it always had. It still drooped in the one corner with the tea-stained water damage surrounding it. The bed was much the same. Though his form now dominated what used to envelop him. …

Monday, April 4, 2016 Hey Die-Die, I’m fucked. Like royally fucked. Three weeks until the final and still I have no clue in the world as to what my subject will be. Fuck. It didn’t help that Steinman was up my ass today like a second day thong. He’s so…

Two big eyes, familiar eyes stared at her, into her. They belonged to her mother. They didn’t blink, “No matter what, don’t look away. Do you understand me?” Her gaze was piercing. “Do you understand?” She softly nodded her head. “Don’t be scared, but don’t look away. Too much depends…

It’s good, it’s whole and it fills me with warmth. I set down my morning coffee, with a shot of espresso, from the Forever Coffee Bar onto the window ledge beside me and try my best to recollect it all. We were at a wedding. A friend’s wedding, though not…

They were at it again. I think this time she was right. She had a point, at least. If he knew she was waiting on him then he shouldn’t have stopped off at — it sounds like Alex’s. He doesn’t sound drunk, but he does sound mad. They both do. …

I slept for a very long time last night, this morning, this afternoon. I don’t believe I stayed up far past midnight. I was looking forward to not setting an alarm today. When I don’t set an alarm usually my body addresses the situation around ten or eleven. …

He woke in a sweat. Panting for breath, he reached for the end table. The lamp came on and his room was immediately the other side of the coin, darkness to bright light with the tug of a small, weak chain. He was sweating, but he couldn’t remember his dream…

He had been staring at me all night. Just gawking. I was wearing a hoodie so don’t get any ideas as to how to blame this on the low cut of my blouse. He was arrogant. Attractive, sure for a man whose hair was thinning and teeth were tiny bricks…