A Bit of My iPhone Notes app

Last time I saw Paul, he acted so weird, Jack said. He didn’t look at me. Wouldn’t acknowledge me. The Michigan game was on and he didn’t even take his eyes off it. He doesn’t even really like football! I tried to talk to him but eh didn’t say anything. When I left, he didn’t say goodbye. I just walked out the screen door. I don’t know if I could have done anything differently.

Stella looked off into the long distance trying to locate and identify what she felt in her body. She didn’t feel safe with Jack anymore. 

Jennifer’s pregnancy needs to come back. They need to visit her in her new apartment where she lives with her older sister. 

He’s not your real father, Georgia said. He married me when I fell pregnant. He nursed me through my cancers. I didn’t care that he was Jewish. He’s done enough now. If he leaves, he leaves. Georgia shrugged. He did right by me. He gave you your name. He did right by you. Georgia laughed. You sure did take after my family though. Got your red hair from us. Your father was Chaldean. A good man with blackest hair and olive skin. He couldn’t hide the fact of his progeny the way maybe Joe could. Joe could hide it in German forests during the time of Nazis. But your father could not hide his otherness and anyway, he didn’t want to marry me either. 

Jack white should be arrested for cable selling 

Milton’s Harp (self contained story…)

Coda one more beat. Milton should be more of a presence

First three pages and the last few pages

Dinner in America 

There was at a certain point in American letters when a great whore blew through the literati. And that whore was me.

I was not quite beautiful but had an appeal. I’d done escort work in my twenties while working for almost nothing in publishing. I’d married. I’d had a baby but she’d died tragically. There were no other children. I published three novels in quick succession. T