About Joe Meno: Joe Meno is a novelist, writer of short fiction, playwright, and music journalist based in Chicago.
Apples are kissing other apples. Gray cats are kissing other gray cats. Trees are kissing trees. You and I are not kissing. We work in an office together. We are both married to other people. It is okay because we only have ideas, you and I, about wh...
The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are.
Go to a goddamn priest if you wanna be lied to. I've seen too many of your kind slip back inside to fool myself. If you wanna think you're a new man, hell, that's fine. But don't think you're looking any different in anyone else's mind.
Slow as your own dubious grace.
Maybe that's why people have friends at all. Not because they like them so much but because they don't make them feel so much worse.
After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broke...
...and realizes how there are all these moments, moments like just this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them...
Imagination is a place where all the important answers live.
