January 16, 2017

By 6 o’clock I arrive home and fall into the couch. Our Pomeranian, already waiting on the couch, curls up on my chest; the digging of her tail against my chest slow as she calms, as her head nestles into my neck. We nap. I don’t hate my job, but I don’t love it either...

January 3, 2017

I am wearing lingerie when he enters my place. It’s late, one, maybe two, in the morning. My booty-call is a co-worker who decided to visit on a whim after several explicit texts. The third guy I’d sleep with at my job, but luckily, the other two have left. We sit on m...

January 3, 2017

It’s Thursday, and it’s raining outside. The wind lashes sleet against my office window where I’m working on my second novel about a farm wife with a secret. I have only recently started working on this book, and I think it might be good. I think I might try to get an...

January 1, 2017

I don’t remember exactly what I was doing on January 11, 2007, because everything from that time blends together when I think of it now. I remember snow. A lot of snow. A storm driving back to Ohio from California, which stranded me at a La Quinta in Wyoming. I’d run o...

December 31, 2016

I had it saved on my laptop. I had it on my best friend's computer. I had it on a CD. I had it on a Zip disk. I had it on my external hard disk. I uploaded it to YouTube. I even attached it to an email and sent it to myself. I was screening my very first short film in...

December 31, 2016

"...while he lives, man can always be different from what he has been until that moment--nay more, that he is in fact always more or less different. Our vital knowledge is open, shifting, because it's subject--life, Man--is in itself a being ever open to new possibilit...

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