My mother took the greatest care of her porcelain Virgin Mary. She was two feet tall, dressed in white from head to toe, and as my mother claimed, cried when no...
Had I not helped to rob Esau, he would be approaching his forty-sixth year on earth now, and who knows what he would have been, what he would have accomplished,...
Represented as a heartbeat of highs and lows, “The Story of Me” is a memoir of the artist’s life from birth through middle-age (pen and ink on 18”x24”drawing pa...
Lies don’t shine, no matter how hard one scrubs.
September is a chapter except from the graphic novel “Solo” by Mette Norrie which combines personal narratives with surreal and poetic elements. Th...
The first time I took a Vicodin, I didn’t nod out; quite the contrary, I was imbued with positive energy and became quite industrious and efficient. All my rese...
There has to be some Darwinesque reasoning behind this. Other than you are fucked and you know you are fucked and the universe conspires to fuck you.
I say sorry sorry sorry over and over as she pulls back into the traffic. It’s okay, she assures me. But I know it is not. Nothing during that time comes even c...
The house had other guests too. They were invisible in daylight...
