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sex, a misdemeanor and an existential moment
Mark's skin glows in the morning yellow coming through the loft's skylight. I trace his biceps and bite his shoulder as he arches into me. He waits for me to open my eyes then looks at me so intensely I think I might d… -
the dam broke
We are sitting at Mark's kitchen table drinking Pale Ale. I am flipping three pennies while he records the results. It seems like an endless loop of penny flipping, but it is only six times. "Really?" I ask, "you ca… -
Standing on the beach with a drunk woman
Last night Mark was kissing my neck and back, running his hands over my ass, when I completely lost interest. I rolled over and fell asleep. Mark is gorgeous. Five eleven, thin and beautifully toned with shaggy dirt… -
The Worst Day Today
The car was not even off but I was already out the door, across the gravel drive way and hugging my uncle. If it had been a hug with less gravity I wouldn't have felt him shaking. "How are you?" I asked. "Good," he sa… -
Erratics
We have been driving for a half an hour when Mark turns to me and says, "Are you wondering where the hell we are going?" "No. You said we were going to see some bluffs. You said they're on the Lake. It's a big lake."… -
ducks or rocks
Mama has ten ducklings in tow. Their tiny heads dip below the surface and then they shake, forcing minnows down their own throats. Dad is slightly up stream, I assume it's dad. Mark is stacking rocks by their tiniest … -
8 reasons i can not believe in your god
1) Circumcision 2) War 3) Sick babies 4) Lynchings 5) husbands who stone or shoot their wives 6) eye cancer 7) deer being hit by cars 8) people who say "God works in mysterious ways." -
my secret, secret dreams
On Sunday morning Weed and I woke at an unreasonable earliness. Seven-thirty and I was wide awake--without coffee. 'We're still on East Coast time,' I assured myself so that I didn't feel like one of those morning peopl… -
crying over comets
After a great night's sleep, breakfast was had at The Original Pancake House, an A frame contraption from the mid-century. And what is so strange about California is that they really only have one mid-century to talk ab… -
thinking of love on a sunday morning
Right now, the sun is rising above my house and shining through my southeast facing window, making the hair that curls around the side of my face look red. I've pulled on the jeans and sweater that spent the night crump…
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