Cherrypicked stories

Afterwards, on grief's ebb, I sorted her things into sacks. In a back pocket of her weekend jeans, on a store receipt, was a list she'd written the day she found out: tickets rubbers

Pull Calm sets like a wish on the night. In your garden, the fruit trees bloom with stars. The sky tilts its last light to the edge. Everything disappears. We step along hushed roads, discussing

Elbows jabbed my side and other feet crushed mine. Beer was flying through the air, dampening my hair and sweat soaked through my clothes. I was in heaven. I worked my way up to the front of the mosh pit, my feet never touched the ground as the sea of bodies helped me drift slowly to the guardrail in front of the stage. Once there, I gripped onto the rail and craned my neck up to face the band. I couldn't hear myself even though I was screaming along with them so loudly, that by the end of their set, I had a voice that was equivalent to a hot breeze through the desert. The bass matched the beat of my heart, and the music was no longer coming to me, but coming from me. I felt it with every inch of my being and although my ribs were being bruised by the mass of people behind me pushing me against the fence. As the last chord sang through the air, my heart and soul sang with it.

Chillin Linking arms on the porch swing sipping Bourbon in a Julep minty frozen trickles Spanish Mossing down the glass Sugar Magnolia Your bare legged Beauregard cousin cosying up crickets blurring minutes into heated Cypress time

ARTHUR You will not find me tinkering in the workshop or watching from the platform in the rain, but listen for me when the whistle blows, remember, when you hear the steam train. Clickety clack, clickety clack,

I'm just not that in to you anymore (sorry)(Reply) When I look at you My intestines Sink Into the floor And my balls retract Due to the fact That. I'm just not that in to You anymore

You trick me with your proposition, bend my soft-boned knees and mould me into an amenable position. Lace my will tight. Securely have me tethered to your height and do your best to ride on me, prostrate,

British bird enthusiast seeks a rarity in the Dominican Republic