Toilet Review

a journal

  • The Statue

    On a hot August night, we parked out front of a new construction site. The target was a few houses down. I’d returned for reasons I couldn’t bring myself to explain to Aaron. He didn’t ask anyway. Just looked at me. He asked, you straight? I told him I’m good. He cut another two lines…

  • My Enemies Have Succeeded

    It was nearly four hours in the wrong direction, but the drive alone was worthwhile. I drove first out to the coast, then down through the redwoods, on slaloming roads that swallow cars and the people standing beside them, staring to the heavens. Passing through their shade, in and out of sunlight, I experienced a…