The Strand

Let me describe the first time I met her. I was in The Strand bookstore, the one on 12th street, one of the most amazing places in the world. The smell of old b...

Barista

Jack was addicted. It was something he needed to admit to himself. It was something he needed help with. It was something that was part of him. “Gimme a q...

Prose: Pet

We start kissing in the cab, my hand sneaking under her dress when the driver isn’t paying attention. She was waxed clean and smooth and always wet, my li...