Kate Ryan

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.

We all love our dogs. However, some of us take it a little too far, convincing ourselves that our dogs are actually our children. You call your dog your “baby” one day, and the next thing you know, you’re pushing him or her down the street in an expensive stroller. How did we get here? Trust me, it’s a slippery slope. Here are 12 signs you might have a dog-child.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.