Published: April 15, 2010   Now, me-ow, he knows I’m so smitten, kitten. He buries his bible when we burrow our bodies. O, My knight is a boundary of a borough who mocks other brittle...

Published: April 15, 2010   I am not sorry for writing that play, and I am not sorry for failing to leave you with any kind of dignity during its aftermath. But, here. Have this...

Published: March 4, 2010   For Tom The Musician is between two women holding Heidegger in his hands while unsure of the snow. His shirt is blue, but the lighting is bad and I...