Landing Lights - Mystery Tribune
Bobby had a déjà vu, an impossible one, involving all senses. It dragged on. That very man, his dirty blond hair and bloodshot eyes. The glass he held with his fingertips. “Uptown Girl” from the speakers. The airport hotel bar, its red walls, the way it smelled of booze spilled on worn carpets. He’d never been in that room, no doubt about that, and if he’d met a fair share of handsome strangers over the years, this Marlon Brando of man was unfamiliar.
Cherry Tree - The Louisville Review
But things changed that year. It took a glance to realize something was wrong with the tree. The trunk was dark and dry, the branches bare, all pale leaves, not a cherry in sight, a terrifying sight. The trees in the neighboring farms seemed to be doing just fine. The kid waited a few days for a storm, hoping for a miracle, but when the rain did come, the tree remained the same. Lifeless, sterile.
Love Potions - Longleaf Review
“It’s easy to disappear here,” she’d once told him, her mouth full of beignet dipped in Irish coffee. She’d loved it there, an affinity rooted in something other than their drunken weekends. The empty streets and their shadows, jambalaya and magic, the jazz and the blues and the soul. She’d ended up in there, in the river. He didn’t know that for sure, of course, but where else?
The Dripping - Ellipsis Zine
He focused on the drip chamber of the IV, monitoring the fluid as a way to block out everything else, like counting sheep in hell. But then the infusing rate got maniacal, and hundreds of drops fell in a minute. Either that or it had been an hour. When he was young, someone told him about the word stillicidium, Latin for the dripping of water from the eaves of a house. “Life is a stillicidium.” He didn’t get it at the time.
Puerto Rico - Fiction International
She marched in his direction with the zeal of a mercenary in stiletto heels, intimidating for sure. He summoned up the confidence he didn’t have and walked apace. Nothing felt right—not the new job, not the neighborhood, and certainly not Carmela. Her body parts—colorful, generous, asymmetrical—floated around a wasp waist, eyes curtained by platinum bangs.
Selected Nonfiction
Two Dads, Their Twins, and the Love of Modern Fatherhood - The Daily Beast
As Father’s Day rapidly approaches we can celebrate a larger conception of fatherhood, one that highlights not so much the number, sexual orientation, or biological relatedness of fathers, but the dedication, presence, and warmth of good dads.
Truvada Is Just Another Weapon in the Fight Against HIV - The New York Times
PrEP works. Any prevention tool that limits the spread of H.I.V. in communities at risk has intrinsic value. What could be problematic is to let the excitement surrounding PrEP obscure our commitment to other prevention strategies. PrEP in isolation is tepid news. PrEP in addition to the growing range of prevention tools is a treasure.
Transgender People: Strangers in Gay Land - The HuffPost
Humans need to simplify complicated environments. Organizing the confusing world around us is life-sustaining. It makes sense, evolutionarily speaking. Categorize and compartmentalize: man and woman, gay and straight, black and white, conservative and liberal, and so on. Humans don't like in-betweens. In-betweens are difficult and confusing. But nature doesn't like categories. Biology generates diversified environments. In other words, biology is all about the in-betweens. Diversification is at the base of evolution and human development. Diversity is life-sustaining too.