Saturday, April 7, 2018


April 6, 2018

Strange dreams, the kind that hold on until you’re more than half awake. Read as part of Queer Fest, me and four lesbians. They presented coming-out stories. I did not. I presented Uzziah and Tecumseh on the mountain. Coming-out stores are, now, pre-literature, something you get out of the way before you write the story.

Tony mowed the lawn and didn’t see the bears.

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