February 2010
January 2010
“Where is your heart?” you ask.
“How do you live without your heart?”
I don’t...”
– Sideshow, Lauren Wheeler
Attempt at Borrowed First Line Story
Leo was from a long time ago, the first one I ever saw nude. We were in the basement of his parents house; he told me he wanted to show me something. I knew that was what he was going to show me; we had been making out on my couch consistently that summer and Anna Robertson had told me what the next step had to be: hand job. So to be fair to dear old Leo, I wasn’t completely unprepared- I had seen...
The Image of the Bryn Mawr Woman, With Tattoos →
Character Sketch Story
It’s an odd phrase- missed connection.
You: tall, red head with glasses walking across Walnut Ave. toward 20th.
She posted one anyway.
Me: brown hair, blue dress, working in the pet supply store.
It’s a stupid idea, she knows. Even if the man crossing the street that she saw out of the corner of her eye- white shirt, blue jeans - frayed at the bottom because they were half an inch too...
To Elle
by Paul Grant
Hey you You still smoking? Did you ever learn to drive? Are your pages all still full? Are your eyes still wide and open like satellite dishes? Did you ever eat a monkey? Ever find out where chewing gum comes from? Do you still kick your left leg when you sleep? Do you still have the same secrets or have you told a few? Did you ever find someone who could talk more than ...
