Well, my second most embarrassing moment. The most embarrassing, I would say, was when I was eighteen years old at the pub, reasonably drunk. I returned from the bathroom to witness a large group of male onlookers point at me and laugh. My best friend laughed too, so hard that…
A review of Spare, for the 5 people who haven’t read it
Gregory Orr is a poet and retired creative writing professor whose life has been forever changed by events that most of us could only imagine. When he…
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On a spinning blue ball hurtling through space, I’m wondering how my butt looks.
My mother hated feet. In her opinion, it was acceptable that they existed, but unless sleeping or showering they should be tucked away, hidden from the…
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Is it OK to allow the tiny flecks of good to exist, when all else has gone to shit?

Tiny Simple Pleasures