By Jess Charle My son doesn’t want to buy generic cartoon cardboard Valentine’s this year. The other eight year olds … More
We could be axed to bits, I say. My husband laughs and tells me I’m overreacting.
I hide in the dark, stalking my prey until I have them to myself. I drink the blood of sinners and eat the flesh of the righteous.
We often forget that the outside world isn’t real. That it is a never ending string of signals our mind interprets, or misinterprets.
By Jess Charle My new girlfriend has a snake tattoo that stretches across her back. It curves and twists from … More