We pull off at the side of the highway in Somewhere, Maine looking to sing to the snails. There's a deep shoulder of gravel here, so we assume it to be a parking lot. The sky and the water and the ... [+]

We are nine when I discover I am the evil twin. We've just blown out the candles on our birthday cake. Our dad sets down the kitchen knife and heads around the corner to help mom grab bowls and ... [+]

I am waiting… I am waiting.I have always been waiting.My eyes are closed, as they have always been.My hands float in front of my face, and even if I can't see them, I know exactly what shape they ... [+]