She says it like a foregone conclusion, Bubble Bath, shrugging out of her coat on her way to a chair. I look at her skin and wonder what she does to it. She reminds me of a horse—or maybe that’s from something I read.Read More >
Boss says, You know what I heard?
He shakes his head at Boss without looking.
Boss tells him.
The inaugural episode of Tyrant Hotel, a magazine-for-the-ears from Hotel & New York Tyrant, featuring Kristen Iskandrian, Nicolette Polek, Tao Lin, Luc Sante, and Chelsea Hodson.Read More >
I’m going to show you the meaning of suffering
I’m going to show you how to love another manRead More >
A mother brings her child to the preacher’s tent because the preacher is the only one there with a blade. The boy is shallow-breathed and dry about the lips. His tongue, folded, sticks to the backs of his teeth.Read More >
“For twenty years I lost a man I never had.” – Diane Keaton re Al Pacino // He should be with young, beautiful women. (even as I type this I know it is a lie. I don’t believe it. he should be with me.)Read More >
I said things I’d never had the courage to say. I swore and cursed the names of god and other people who’d wronged me.Read More >
His extravagant claim stops everything. The clerk. The gaggle of punks. Me. We all turn our attention on the small man.Read More >
I am sorry, Virginia, that you find your own language, the English language, so painful.Read More >
“Ha ha,” Remy said. Something ran across his face like a rat. Fear.
I pushed him against the fence, a hand on each shoulder, hard. He seemed too startled to move.
When you meet a beautiful woman you feel as shy as an old sea captain with footskin on his palms. You leave your body in its nice top and eucalyptus balm.Read More >
I don’t remember the first time I wrote my name. What I do remember is the first time someone else was called my name. I told him that was my name too, but he couldn’t believe it. He was a fat boy with a puffy face. He looked like a little boxer.Read More >