Scars Like Zebra Stripes
And it wasn’t that he always wanted to have sex or even that he was horny, it was that his brain was like a faucet with a broken handle...
Thursday Morning: 4 AM
The Alley cat was a small café that sat between the downtown and the college campus in Fort Collins and every Thursday, at four in the...
Hymnals
-for my father, who is a good man- The church was small and old, and in the rain it looked like a smudge of ink that a finger had failed...
