Detroit, a play by Lisa D’Amour 8 min in limbo “Remember the play about the expensive book that the woman hurled on?” Sandra’s eyes hardened to green glass. It made Dennis think about his marble collection he had when he was a kid. She was mad. He had done it again, Read more
Esquire Party Book by Editors of Esquire with Scotty and Ronnie Welch 8 min @ the desk Anna couldn’t make tea and she called un-toasted bread ‘raw’. Mitchell would be there in twenty minutes, there was no way the “meal in thirty minutes” recipe was going to work out. Her Read more
Little Beeby Chris Cleave 8 min @ Sunnybrook Hospital, Parking Lot Mr. Fussbender was a man of habits, deeply ingrained habits that made for a smooth running life. For the past fifteen years every morning began with two slices whole grain toast with Earth Balance spread, one soft boiled egg, Read more
The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros 8 min @ Saving Gigi Miss hired me as a nanny but I rarely held the baby. My friend SooLin told me that lots of ladies she had met just wanted company. But Miss never talked to me except to give me Read more
The Loves of Shakespeare’s Women by Susannah York 8 min @ HUB coffeehouse & locavorium He held her hand in both of his, rubbing the ‘Venus mound’ with his broad thumb. He told her this was what the fleshy part at the base of the thumb was called. He told her Read more
Great Jones Street by Don DeLillo 8 min. @ Mercury Espresso I have an allergy to leopard print. And zebras and tiger too. I like the animals but I do not like to dress in their skin. When I first arrived in Paris the stylists always want to dress me in Read more
The Sexual Life of Catherine M. by Catherine Millet 8 min in Kensington Market Cum was in the air again. Dee had wanted to ask Kat if she had smelled it on their last evening walk but didn’t dare. Kat already thought she was loopy. It was even possible Kat Read more
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins 8 min @ Salt on Ossington He was looking down at her kindly – even the cloudy left eye had a kindness to it. They’d been standing outside the “Done Crossing Market” for fifteen minutes. The night bus was always inconsistent. She kept telling him Read more