Tag Archives: Thomas Kearnes

Seed

They always conversed through instant messages, but Kyle believed this particular discussion warranted a telephone call. He typed the message, asking for Brennan’s number only to remember it was still written down on a slip of paper wedged beneath a … Continue reading

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Potential

Other guys drew cartoon characters with huge, floppy genitals or whatever model of car they wanted even more than the hottest cheerleader. The whole hour of detention, however, I drew Mrs. Simpson. The bitch of it was, I knew I’d … Continue reading

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Modern Maternity

It’s stupid to fall for gay guys. That’s what my sister Suzanne said while she scoured the stovetop. But Grover is different, I told her. He wasn’t like all the men who fucked me over, men like Ariel’s father, whatever … Continue reading

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The Mother, the Son and the Holy Host

Dear Oprah, If the women at the church knew I was writing you, I’m not sure I could ever go back. I’ve seen what they do. You walk in wearing the new dress you drove all the way to Dallas … Continue reading

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