I knew something was wrong when Twila gave me the stink eye outside the student union. Divorces are difficult enough. Being young – too youn...

In the spring of 1998, I called home this attic in a 131 year old house in Lexington, Kentucky. It was a decent place. I’d fou...

After so many days, the ring cuts into the skin. Or, the finger grows around it. Like saplings grow round twine, twisting naturally unn...

The taste of last night's beer lingered this morning. Three in the morning, I can't sleep. That voice in my head, the one that's...

The streets have been cleared and the previous night's freeze packed the last snow fall, eliminating the drifts covering Illinois 64 t...

Snow covers all our petty arguments silences our numerous indiscretions and turns our thoughts, once again, towards warmth. Overcast morning...

Two days ago it was warm enough to wake the flies. Now it's snowing, light dusting like powdered sugar over the gray and brown post-harv...

It's not necessary to read John Fante in order to understand what Bukowski was shooting for; one of the nice things about Buk is that ev...