Cupid’s Painbrush – Fiction

February 1, 1995

There’s a kind of Zen to dipping the paintbrush in the paint can just deep enough, and then sliding it across a window sash, holding it at the perfect angle…

Take the B Train – Fiction

December 1, 1994

I imagine I can hear his finger slipping in and out, and I can almost smell my moisture mixed in with his woody fragrance.

Threesomes – Fiction

November 1, 1994

This report was compiled by asking people at parties to talk about sex, and then trying to remember what they’d said the next day when the alcohol wore off.

Now I Am a Crow – Fiction

October 1, 1994

The crow is not a true bird and cannot live like one. We always return to humans to survive. It’s all we know.