The White Girl on His Arm
Eventually you’ll find someplace to go. You will still be a white girl on somebody’s arm, representing whatever it is you represent, when you get there.
Cunning Linguists Author Interview
This interview first appeared on the the New Smut Project blog on April 12th, 2022. See the original post here. NSP’s fourth anthology, Cunning Linguists: Language, Literature and Lechery, comes out May 18th (less than a month to go!). Paperback and ebook editions are available for pre-order now. My first official interview as an author…
My Real Fake Name is Peach Berman
True Love for Sale: An Origin Story Start a blog, my writer-friend urged me. Just try it. Do it for practice, just to put yourself out there. Do it just to find out how it feels. I refused. I wanted to get published. I was submitting poems to literary magazines, obsessed with the notion that…
Seventeen Crayon Drawings of Marisol and Pauli Holding Hands
Kids can be eerily perceptive sometimes, even when they miss the point entirely. They must smell her energy on me today. How else can you explain it? Weeks go by with no mention of Miss Marisol, then today she pops up at the forefront of their minds. Why? In their effortless wisdom, are they picking…
Greetings from the Bachelor Pad
Yes, it really did happen that fast. The end came swiftly, six weeks after Mari and Natalia began. In the middle of our marriage’s downfall, in the blur of Mari’s wild spin into the far-away dimension where she now resides, her mental health provider suggested that Mari may have bipolar disorder. Two weeks later, I…
Once, Young Lovers Bore Our Names
Woman, I have borne the salt of your trauma in my mouth until my tongue turned crystal. I have butterflied my ribs to open space to hold your sorrows. I have worn the cartilage of every joint down to a whisper, carrying your pain across my back. Woman, I have lashed my body to your…
Kol Nidre Moments Away
On Custom Kol Nidre (Aramaic, kol nidhrē, “All vows”) is the opening prayer service of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement for the Jewish people. We begin our annual ritual of transformation by pleading for the cancellation of all vows which we failed to fulfill in the previous year. Yom Kippur observance includes abstention from…
Please Pardon Our Appearance While I’m Lost in the Sauce
Dearest blog friends and followers, Please excuse me for the radio silence. My love life, that subject which comprises two-thirds of the content of this strange blog, is metastasizing beyond my processing ability. Those lovely, clean personal essays with which I’ve been proud to populate this site, the likes of My Queen is Not Okay…
I Let Him Take Me Deep into the Woods
Ten months since we’ve met. Seven dates. Uncountable hours on the phone. And yet this morning feels like the great unknown. When we first met, he drove two hours north just to stroll around the block a couple times with me and a coffee. Later, he would tell me, of that date, “I remember you…
The “We Had Sex” Text
There it is, smushed up between “Good morning” and “I love you”. “Natalia and I hooked up.” My first thought: Wait, aren’t you staying at your parents’ house? Second thought: You had sex at your parents house? For the first time? Without me? Third thought: Crap, if this little kid catches me texting she’ll snitch…
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