Tag: by Aurelie Sheehan
As a writer of minor stature but much endurance, I submit now my application regarding my newest project, my life work, The Life Box.
PainBy Aurelie Sheehan
The pain occurs to me, and then I put words to the pain, and before long I am in a cardboard box hurtling through time.
Big TruckBy Aurelie Sheehan, Guest-Edited by Frederic Tuten
Once you’ve been with a guy who has a big truck, there’s no going back. It’s depressing but true, it’s like falling off a cliff. May as well just slit your wrists, dig a hole, and write the obituary.