If you find my sorrow keep it. It has been too longfestering and coagulating and self ... [+]
If you find my sorrow keep it. It has been too longfestering and coagulating and self ... [+]
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 ... [+]
"Do you like Sunshine Bear?" Becca scowls down at her white shirt emblazoned with a smiling bear—at the long, bony finger inches away from her skinny chest. "It's Funshine Bear," she says. She wishes ... [+]