My Cardboard Balcony

Time is a bitch, y'all. My wife and I are house hunting. House hunting! I remember we were just married fewer than four years ago. And here we are, looking for an actual, factual house. My mom just turned 65 years old. I'm 31 years old. Time, man. OK Zoomer did an amazing reading of Diana Son's Stop Kiss. That was great. Now we move to an open mic before we hit August. Then I return to work. And I'm not sure what's happening with my job, man. This plague, man. The orange maggot, man. Have you seen Portland? Can something change? Please? Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Deep Red by Belinda Roddie She poured a wine I had never heard of after her closing show. I drank it, and suddenly, I was hooked, like a vampire craving blood. She kissed me, and the sting lingered. "Go ahead," she cooed. "Be my eternal partner."

The Search Begins by Belinda Roddie We have not found our beautiful house. Not yet, anyway.