A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.

My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.

She won't give him back his look.