Tag: By Laren Stover
The Last Geronimo
By Laren StoverJuly 2009
The monkey shrieks and runs across the table, scattering purchase orders. They have just finished the “Fancy Furry Friends” trade show in Las Vegas where the monkey dutifully twirled a tiny baton in a beguiling azure tulle and sequined gown.
Nick’s Inferno (The twenty-seven notebooks of Nick Dante)
By Laren StoverSeptember 2007
Maybe I used to be innocent, before I was four, or five, before I stole Veronica’s silver dollars and lit fires. I sleep under God’s moon and God’s shooting stars and I swear if I see one tonight I will make a wish.
