I can remember everything.
When I say everything, I don’t mean to say almost everything. I mean to say everything. I mean to say that when I see a thing, it ...
I have a can of ashes. It is all that is left of my parents.
They want taken to some faraway place, some hippy-dippy part of the world, some beach in Fiji. S...
William M. McIntosh is a writer of drivel and collector of rejection letters. He loves literature, film and any other kind of art he can get his grubby little fingers on. His work has been published by Maudlin House, The /tƐmz/ Review, The Yard: Crime Blog and Night Picnic Press. He doesn’t tweet, but if he did it would be @moonliteciabata. He is based in Cincinnati.