I enjoyed the torment of desperation I saw in their eyes, all of them. Women, when they are desperate, are

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. I knew I now had his undivided attention, like when he was sweet-talking me out

I needed a shot of vodka, straight not shaken, James Bond style. If I didn’t get it in the next

My BFF, Sharon, is mad about Jack dumping me for an obese, post-menopausal version of his granny. Jeez, isn’t it

(Diary of a Bachelor) Rings come just as easily as they go on, I thought as I inventoried the list

The epitaph on the grave she buried me goes like this: Here lies the control freak, self-absorbed SOB, egoistical commitment-phobe,

“How much does a judge cost?” my father asked me. “That depends,” I said. “Well, seems like that’s all justice

(First published on elovepoetry as Diary of a Rich Men’s Girl.)15th June; I look at the girl staring back at

When I kidnapped myself, and send a ransom demand to my scumbag father, I did not expect he’d pay.But guess

‘One Shot, One Kill.’ Sniper motto. That’s what they taught us anyway. That was once upon a time. A life

The self-styled, self-proclaimed prophet of doom – formerly the Prefect of the Congregation of Faith – turned street preacher, walked