Dear Vivian, I am not you. You are not me. Not any longer. We spent wasted so much time being the same entity. Your mystique was oh-so-cool, so mysterious, like you’d force people around you […]
Category: Nonfiction
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 […]
Independence Day
It was hot, a humid stifling sweltering summer day. Hot enough to drive a man crazy, or in my dad’s case, pack up all his shit and drive off. I watched that truck rumble down […]
That Dead People’s Song
I was getting smoke in my eyes around the campfire when Jeremy and his crew walked past. They were like the lost boys. They stayed in whatever hideout they had, drank stolen beers, and groped […]
Therapy Dog
You wake up in the psych ward to discover that animal therapy day is canceled because the therapy dog has died. *** L Scully (they/them) is a queer writer and double Capricorn currently based in […]
Houston, TX, 2009
Not a word about the man in the crushed-purple-velvet suit, cheetah-print-rimmed fedora—pointing the way towards the post-game-show—with his zirconia topped cane.
In Which I Reject the Humorless Narrative of My Life and Become Funny, Divine
Content Note: descriptions of sexual abuse *** The first time he touches me, I pretend I am rabid dog and bite him. The first time he touches me, I pretend I am the burglar alarm. […]
A Holy Claustrophobia
This boy wonders what would happen if he were to swallow a square ice cube whole, one of those artisan whoppers concocted at hipster bars in Brooklyn. Would he suffocate before it melt? This boy guesses the […]
Anyway Here’s Wonderwall
I wrote this in 2008. I had just left a job in the financial sector right before the crisis. My close friend and writing partner had just died, and when that happened, I put away […]
