God has a sense of humor. While He closed a window and opened a door for me, He forgot to tell me that I’d have to built my own steps.

It was Monday, August 8, 2005 when 64-year-old Nita Mayo traveled over Sonora Pass. Last seen at the Strawberry General Store near Pinecrest, California, the nurse didn’t return to her job at Mt. Grant General Hospital, in Hawthorne, Nevada, the following day. Alarmed, her co-workers contacted the Mineral County, Nevada, Sheriff’s Office and reported her…

It breaks my heart to see an elderly person eating alone in a restaurant. Then I realized it was a mirror.

Wanted: Someone to feed me Cheetos so my fingers don’t turn orange. No weirdos.

you are cute as hell but please stop stepping on my – ow those are my frigging nuts!

It’s called, “The Loneliest Highway in America.” U.S. Highway 50 runs from from Sacramento, California to Ocean City, Maryland, bisecting the state of Nevada, north from south. Early morning, perhaps one or there about, and I was finally leaving Baker, Nevada, where I’d been attending a cowboy poetry gathering. I’d thought about spending the night,…

While it’s true that I cannot recall Mother ever singing or cooing me to sleep, nor do I remember ever seeing a spinning mobile above my crib, I can still hear the man in our upstairs attic and how he came down every once in a while to wander our night time hallways. His hands…

One morning, he woke up feeling different. He suddenly had large breasts and his penis was missing, in its place a gaping hole. Fucking extraterrestrials!

It was the fragrant smell of roses and it only took a moment to find that my bed was covered in the crimson red petals. There was also a candle on my dresser, lighting the message, “I love you and want to do something that will take your breath away.” I felt the air slip…

She screamed at him because he was in jungle fatigues, loudly muttering, ‘I don’t want to remember all the faces of the people I’ve killed.’ He didn’t need to remember their faces; he woke every morning to their pale, rotting forms standing over his bed — each riddled with holes from the gunfire shot through…