I was born into writing the way some are born to crime.

 
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The New Novella

“Willy winced. He hurt clean through when he saw his boy, a kind of hurt he hoped his boy never would see or feel. He hurt the way hearts hurt when they get broken, only this kind of hurt never left but only grew as Feet grew. Willy knew it wasn’t the kind of hurt that subsided. He understood how his mama felt now that he had Feet and that made him hurt even more.”

 
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THE QUINTESSENTIAL SEXINESS OF A MAN’S WHITE SHIRT

The way my body feels inside of a man’s white shirt is beyond the mere idea of sensuality, or style. There is something unspeakably suggestive about the way it envelops a woman’s body, especially if it hasn’t been washed and still carries the scent of the person to whom it belongs.

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TO BEG, STEAL OR BORROW: Homeless in NYC

“The city coughs up more phlegm of humanity that any other place – where the mind, body and spirit can most cruelly and totally break into pieces. Yet these indigent characters enrich its landscape and add the right spice to the fantastic recipe of Manhattan.

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Blue Highways: Evening with a Junkie

“What happened to your arm?” I ask. He mutters something indecipherable. I don’t bug him about it. A big bump on his forearm where he missed his mark, too lazy to belt it up, I reckon.

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