What can you remember?

If you are wanting a recipe for puttanesca, this is not it. Please turn to a different page of a different cookbook.

ariel turns in a stained bottle deposit ticket

lamplight, blurred on ruby tiles…

Rest against me, feel the soft fur of my moss-covered trunk.

in evergreens prior to daylight or savings

I was fifteen when I got the job at the library.

Usually, when we brush our teeth together, the sound of your electric toothbrush lulls me into a lovely stupor.

We called them “Crowns.”

The night they met, Ava sat around a corner booth in a local diner with her friends...