“Everything’s fine,’ Sam would insist ‘It’s just your maternal instinct kicking in, nature’s way of ensuring survival. I’d be more inclined to worry if you didn’t respond as quickly.” Continue reading Gridlocked
I discovered that having a race, like having a gender, meant playing a social role. I was being categorized. Continue reading What Are You?
We hope this project may serve as a reminder for how chaotic our emotions often are, how mind-numbingly funny you might actually be, and, above all else: that you never, ever, ever have to post. Continue reading Save to Drafts Vol. 3
“What is the average number of pickles you can fit in a pickle jar?” he said. He looked down at her with an eyebrow raised and went on. “Hm, how many smoked ham bones can a three-hundred-pound man eat before he dies?” Continue reading Because Frank Could Not Stop for Death She Kindly Stopped for Him
Today, we are featuring three poems by Boston-area poet poet Harry Meltzer. Continue reading Not bad! #6
By Benjamin Davis Frank died. A vast field opened up before him. He looked around, left then right. He frowned. To his left was a green plain of roaming hills. To his right, a landscape of nightmares. For as far as he could see, a squirming, wriggling desert of fat worms stretched ahead. Frank moved closer to it. His vision wasn’t great. But still, it … Continue reading All Dogs (And Frank) Go To Heaven
Masterchef is want freed of threat of its conclusion; Masterchef is life without fear of death. It is banal and unending. Continue reading A Grand Vision
We see it, we hear it, we know it, but do we live, laugh and love it? Continue reading I tried toxic positivity for three days and here’s how it completely changed my life!
It smelled simply of skin. Continue reading What Frank Saw When He Looked Between His Legs
Welcome to “What Happened When Frank Died.” Continue reading What Frank Found Down By the Sea Shore