Monthly Archives: August 2009
Lovesick
I cannot give you my sparrow. I unlocked the cage and sent it home, away from me. I have nothing left. I’m eaten up. Sometimes I want to surrender, to give it all over to the quiet field. I am … Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
The World’s Dirtiest Man (Excerpt)
My real name is Harvey Mathers, but tonight, I’m Steele Johnson. I’m a phone sex professional. I’m six foot two, blonde, and have enormous pectoral muscles that will make you rip your clothes off in five seconds flat. That’s right, … Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
