“Why is there a typewriter?”“What?”“In that picture over the bed. Why is there a typewriter?”‘You stopped licking me to ask that?”“I just wondered.”“The guy’s a writer.”“He writes in a field?”“Apparently.”“And lugs a typewriter all the way out there? With the...

Laura

"I fell in love with a dead woman"

There’s this chestnut that turns up in lots old movies and TV shows—which probably means it’s total racist bullshit—that primitive people won’t allow their photographs to be taken because the camera would steal their souls. The audience is supposed to...

The Natural Look

"Two young women discover each other at summer camp"

As the school bus rambled down the road, Annie Harrison tried to ignore Becky Terwilliger whispering in her ear.  “I hope, maybe, we’ll get a chance to go out in the woods together, you know, alone.”  Becky was talking about...

My eyes hoard tears.First, from pride,Afraid to be weakUnder the Power.Now, my tear hoardHolds its treasureFor the Power’s pleasure. The paddle cracksLike thunder.The Power’s pleasureIs my pain.My tears will come,The Power’s glory,But an easy tearMocks the Power.An honest tearCelebrates mySuffering. The paddle’s...

My Smooth, White Slopes

"When I said I was a lesbian, I thought I was lying."

Melinda strode confidently through the lobby of the Sweet Powder Ski Resort, while I followed slowly behind. Around us, people were headed out to the slopes or lounging with hot cocoa by the fire. I couldn’t help but notice the...