Leaving

I always get this rush from leaving. Even if it’s a good place, and this is. It takes a while to get my shit together and pull out. My stove is set up in a garage-barn where Possum put it when he fixed it (turns out a little spider next can cause a big stove… Continue reading Leaving

Nightwalking

I’m hanging out with Possum and eating great food and witch doctoring each other and everythings wonderful. In the midst of all this I haven’t written anything. I did interview Possum, but I can’t seem to upload the video. So, instead, here’s something I wrote a long time ago, which Kate reminded me of with… Continue reading Nightwalking

Stripper Self Defense

The song starts and I lean into him, breasts in his face, and jiggle for a second before I pull back and push my dress down. It’s an art, the way it comes down, and then I lean back into him, brushing his hand away from his thigh before I slide my leg along it.… Continue reading Stripper Self Defense

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Eclipse

“Bro,” I say, “I’m going into this truck stop. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. Please lay down and don’t bark at people because you know they’ll call the cops on me for keeping you in a van.” He looks at me, turns his head, and barks at the woman getting out of the next… Continue reading Eclipse