Monthly Archives: May 2010

Dearest Bruce Spingsteen- Thank you kindly for writing one song that fully encompasses my daddy complex combined with the sexiest lyrics ever. If I ever become a stripper, this will be my song of choice: I’m on Fire Hey little … Continue reading →

Reads stars. He must have learned how to translate them on warm desert nights in Iraq where he could build and break down most any gun under two minutes. He decodes palms also, and tells me that I’ll be married … Continue reading →

‘The view is pretty isn’t it,’ I say while picking up her empty tea china from the table. She doesn’t respond. Instead, she sits silent, staring over all the small buildings that make up West Hollywood; the way she does … Continue reading →

baby= my three-year-old brother.

Before my grandmother lost her mind and made those loud gasps for air until it just ran out, I asked her, ‘Grandma, what’s worth loving?’ Rubbing me to sleep, she said, ‘Well, I think the things in this life worth … Continue reading →