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Summer Affectionate Disorder

“She was in town to go to The Hamptons, where her father was getting re-married. Daniel Craig would be there.”


Just Beans

“Coffee tastes like sadness. It tastes like a 40-year-old divorcee who had to give up her lucrative homemade lotion business for a 7-year-old bratty son who will definitely grow up to become a serial killer.”


Comic Sans: “Bloody”

Words by Adam November. Illustrations by Ilenia Madelaire.

July 22, 2014 |


Flash Fiction Friday: Reception

A short story about getting your signals crossed.

June 27, 2014 |

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Adventures in Activism: Folk Music and Soymilk Samples

As with probably every music festival ever, there’s usually at least one guy in a Utili-Kilt; because, you know, why not.

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Warm Bud Light Lime: Bonnaroo Story

It’s the kind of memory that will always seem special even though it was so small and insignificant.

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Rumpelstilskin: A Modern Retelling

He was conventionally attractive, someone who could have posed for the cover of a Harlequin romance novel, long Jesus-locks flowing, a bespeckled Jordan Catalano in head-to-toe Brooks Brothers.

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Trapped In The Break-Up Jeep

The most unnecessarily painful way for this conversation to happen.

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Portraits of Brief Encounters

“I wanted to take my finger and rub it over your wide, gleaming teeth… but I was told that probably wasn’t a good idea.”

January 30, 2014 |

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My Boyfriend Was a Drug-Dealer

He was exciting; he liked my musical tastes; he listened to me when I talked. That’s pretty much all I needed to know: I had to have him.

January 29, 2014 |