Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.

I teetered on the earth’s rim. Held my love’s hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.

Life and Death merged on a strip of sand.Continue Reading

Early in our relationship, MTM received a cookbook. Intercourses. From, ahem, someone.

A visual feast, Intercourses divides the food groups into the necessities: Gnoshes proven to get a person laid.Continue Reading