Hammocked in your curls. Little dead humans, embalmed with nothing but shampoo, linseed oil conditioner. Even their teeth are cleaned with scalp-curing properti...
I had this mask, smelled terrible–put it on and it was like you were pulling yourself through a wormhole to some sort of hot, rotting planet. Great look though...
I used to run out of the room when the opening theme came on, with the very 90s night-filtered montages of empty row boats and swing sets, the match lit up unde...
He wasn’t even there. And I was excited to tell him how I worked my way all the way through his cookbook—my Billionaire’s Bacon this close to looking like the p...
Mike Brady soaks in his new hot tub, thinking of his old wife. He’s trying to place her — the color of her hair, the shape of her eyes, and especially the sound...
Caleb Bethea is a writer from the Southeast. He's an MFA at the University of South Carolina and works as a copywriter. The best of his time - by far - is spent with his wife and two goblins by the ocean. Catch his work in Maudlin House, HAD, Bear Creek, Twin Pies, hex, Autofocus, and elsewhere. Follow him on Twitter at @caleb_bethea_