Dear TNY, “White Noise”…

Dear TNY, the famed fiction issue, eh? I’m two stories in, having just finished “Confessions of a Shinagawa Monkey”, and it seems like your usual schtick…

Dear TNY, the country is falling apart and I just dusted “Pursuit as Happiness”…

Dear TNY, A summary (foreshadowing) of “Two Nurses, Smoking”…

Dear TNY, It’s 91 fucking degrees in my van right now and I wrapped up “Demolition”.

Dear TNY, “The Afterlife” is self-important enough that I won’t be able to touch it, unfortunately…

Dear TNY, Fuck you for publishing “The Resident Poet”…

Dear TNY, It’s possible you have jumped the shark with “The Wish for a Good Young Country Doctor”…

Dear TNY, Just cruised “Bedtime Story” and I’m glad that it’s over…

Dear TNY, I know I normally hit these stories up every Monday, as you know (just kidding; you don’t know who the fuck I am), but now it’s Tuesday and I’m responding to “The Media”…

Dear TNY, Thank you for saving me some time with “The Other One” on this, another installment of the ‘ronies lockdown…

Dear TNY,

It’s another Monday in the ‘ronies world and I just wrapped up a reading of “Love Letter” and I have thoughts…

Dear TNY, I’m pretty sure that “Futures” is part of a joke you’re trying to play on the world…

Dear TNY, It’s Panic Monday in this Panic Epidemic and it’s fucking “Out There” that you offered…

Dear TNY, “The Liver” is something, but I’m not sure what…

Dear TNY, Thank our dear Lord Baby Jesus or Ganesh or Vishu or Turtles all the motherfucking way down for how short “Night Swim” is…

Dear TNY, Well, I’m about to move to another life maneuver and I took some time in the afternoon to read “Kid Positive”…

Dear TNY, I’m really glad I put “With the Beatles” off for a day because I was fucking tired…

Dear TNY, “Three Women of Chuck’s Donuts” doesn’t deserve paper or server power…

Dear TNY, “Things We Worried About When I Was Ten” is not your usual fare…