January 28, 2014 Adam A. Neal 3

“Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking.” With each swear, the scissor blade hit my arms, but the pain never surfaced. I was already in too much pain for it to matter. “Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking.” I cursed […] […]

Orphan and Queer

January 7, 2013 Steve Turtell 2

  Orphan: My mother is dead. I’m glad. I was a good son. My mother is gone. I’m sad. I was in love with her. My mother loved me. It hurt. She loved my brother […] […]