When people ask me how I’m doing, I point to my sternum Tell ‘em it’s a crockpot under there That if I’m going to cook down all the hurt, I may as well go for […]
Author: D.T. Robbins
The Games Ladies Play, or Some Men Haven’t Got A Clue
Muah! Darlings, wonderful to meet you! I’m so glad you all signed up for my seminar today with me, the infamous Mrs. White! You ladies can call me Blanche, and while some time has passed […]
Hospital
On my final night in Montezuma, I sprained my ankle navigating ill-lit stairs outside a motel that sat perched on a cliff side. I started to slide off the edge but managed to survive by […]
Please, Sir
Sir, While it is of course the prerogative of literary magazines such as yours, esteemed or otherwise, to choose what and indeed who they wish to publish, your recent rejection letter caught me by surprise. […]
Barbaric Yawps and Methane Emissions
Kids are born into hopelessness, now. I mean, other people’s kids. I don’t have kids. I wouldn’t, it’s not fair to them. I roll my eyes at every wide-hipped woman I see. There is no […]
Terms and Conditions (“A Story”)
Last updated: June 10, 2010 Please read these Terms and Conditions (“Terms”, “Terms and Conditions”) carefully before enjoying the story (the “Story”) created by Aaron Rath (“Me”, “I”, and for legal reasons that have […]
Text—The End
s’up I have a mtg soon need to prep u always have a mtg or an appt or need to boost your bromance ur such a bitch why fight with me when I’m […]
Second Date
Brody’s Blacksmith Shop serves until midnight and the dirty little taco truck (one town over) serves tacos to all the drunks until the drunks decide sex is an option. I brought him whiskey to the […]
The Headless Horseman Walks the Pumpkin Trail at the Lubbock Arboretum
So many possible faces. Once I was a man. Once I held my tiny niece’s hand, watched her fingers curl around my single forefinger. I remember the sweet pink of her skin, the scrunch of […]
Rejection Letters 