Category Archives: Grey Johnson

So, what bastard cuts a girl loose on Valentine’s Day? The whole episode gave my friend Meg a slamming headache, and she said the bathroom tiles at the Exxon station cascaded like the horizontal hold for the world had malfunctioned. … Continue reading →

Threatening to cross the Earth’s elliptic I lumber fatly Too big to be like Jupiter, too small to be a star I have no sky clique in the shape of a mythic beast, no A-List identity Only a troublesome borderline … Continue reading →

At 10:30, she lets the dog in for the night. There is a raggy quilt on the bed that she cannot surrender, and as she slides beneath it, she becomes herself for the first time all day. She has a … Continue reading →

There was not a blinding moment. Cheryl liked to imagine that there was one, the instant before the big event that changed everything. She liked to think of him having a split second of regret, so that afterward, he would … Continue reading →

Debra and Ron took a half day off from work to drive Lisa to the state sponsored treatment center. It had a fairly nice campus with a wide lawn. Debra thought about naked asses being chased downhill, orderlies tumbling to … Continue reading →

. A lamb lies on its side, legs stiff, hooves dirtied by bits of broken mortar. Its sculpted fur is stained with grime from the highway. Straight away, we set it upright upon its low, narrow pedestal. There are no … Continue reading →