The kiss was sweet as ever, the liltof her tongue in my mouth. The slowinto focus, near. "I love you",I say

There was a man on my front stoop. A stale cigarette stub hung at his lip; he had stubble like an unmowed lawn and he stank predictably, which was to say like a hairy fat man on a hot day;

Here in the apocalypse I waste nothing: paper put to use as paper, kindling, bedding; pens put to use as pens, hairpins, picks, chisels. Nothing without three or more uses

Here’s a little something I posted on Facebook this morning after seeing Star Wars 7: 'Ok, Star Wars 7 was awesome. I want to go live in that world again, and that's quite an accomplishment after the failures of the prequels