Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole.
An Airship Named DesireYellowdog, where does sorrow go?” He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.
A Horse Named SorrowArt is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
My Name Is Asher LevI do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art.
My Name Is Asher LevPeople sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it.
My Name Is MemoryEven exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.
My Name Is MemoryLove and war, it seemed, worked by the same rules. One had to hurry, before the fires flared out.
My Name is Mary SutterDon’t alter my altar. I don’t believe you don’t believe.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouErections are temporary, but child support is forever.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouI’m learning sign language to be a better communicator and masturbator.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouI have a chip on my shoulder. It's a nacho, not a sense of bitterness.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouI rap. I also wrap. It’s a gift I have.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouI’m a romantic. I enjoy candle-lit breakfasts, and long walks in wheelchairs.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouI like sex to be intense. I also like sex to be in tents.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit YouMy arms and legs fell asleep. Silence of the Limbs.
The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit You