Listen to me, kid. I’m going to ask you a couple of questions and, depending on how you answer, you’ll either be a filmmaker or a big...

I lie on the couch, limbs akimbo, deleting the past A revisionist historian Ephemeral glimpses into moments of laughter and pomp My...

I can still smell that night on the pier, the salt that seeped into my clothes. I can hear us walking in step with one another on the...

let’s play a game of ‘who cares less’ howls the city purporting transactions of flesh instead of hearts I’ve played that game, I know how...

I don’t have time For your maybes and bullshit Some woman are small enough to fit in your back pocket but My expansiveness would rip your...

I met up with Erika Flynn at the pole dancing studio, BeSpun, and we gave each other a big hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” I said...