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Wrists will twist or twirl while the hand writes the wriest writs—lamps-lit.

Nobody knows where I am, Ned thought. No one in the whole world.

She says, It’s so difficult to find a good guy. My lips form a half smile.

When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.

I’d never seen my mother’s breasts. Or anyone else’s, for that matter.

On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

This Lee was a woman, and she was a painter, and she was good.

I realize now that hers was the face that taught me what driving was.

The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.

Someone was saying his name, and that’s how he knew he was dead.

Wishing he could change everything, knowing he can’t. That’s the blues.

The notebooks reveal insertions, deletions, queries, and corrections.

You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

With my son in the NICU and my wife in tears, it felt good to disobey.

The exurban dream of it all, to enter is to have the ability to exit.

When and why had I begun to think about Ingrid Stoltz? She was a bitch.

I think she’s too comfortable with humans to stay in the wild.

Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.

Yup, that’s me. Dirk Fish. Funny, right? Fish who likes to fish!

“Are all the girls really beautiful? Is it true you make out in the showers?”

Lindy knew what happens in the dark behind shut doors: girls tell stories.

When I grow up I want to be one of the horses of the Apocalypse.

Liza Donnelly

And up ahead you'll see some jagged rocks that will kill us.

“Stop looking at women’s magazines and call me in the morning.”

New cartoon from Mick Stevens: “It’s hardly worth the trouble tonight.”

“No, actually you are very different from the women I usually date.”

New cartoons from Glen Le Lievre, John Leavitt, P. C. Vey, and more!