The Autobiography of Mark Dennison

"Donte called." "Cool." "And that boy Danny called." "When?" "A little while ago." "H...

Mark laid the stack of well-thumbed papers on his desk behind him, on top of The Day Doesn't Care , the latest book of poetry by his fav...

1. Have you ever seen someone so beautiful That you wanted to die? I could look at you forever and find Something new every minute That I’ve...

"So you are from California?" "Yes, ma'am." "Cedarville must be a bit of a culture shock for you then?" ...

Mark, his body white from lack of sun, lay back on the chilled metal table, his arms stretched out to his sides, his ankles crossed. "F...

Yo yo yo this is how it went down 20 funky niggas and one spikey-haired clown Cedarville all up against da wall Lined up biggest ta small On...

Mark slipped the blade of his straight razor between the gun cabinet's doors, crowbarred it open, and with one gloved hand, brought down...