You have no objection, I’m sure, to a nude scene. You can disrobe now if you wish. You can take off each piece of that…
When he’s tired he never sleeps or even closes his eyes. She doesn’t seem to either. Instead, she picks her scabs and skin like bananas,…
Barrett Price hands me the tattered magazine, a scroll mapping out the kingdom of animal souls, Why I Love My American Pit Bull stamped on…
“She won’t wake up,” the neighbor’s roommate said. We left our breakfast on the table, our separate newspaper sections spread open. In the neighbor’s apartment,…
You worked in the library with dreamy books. It was time for an adventure: I hid a gun inside the hollowed-out copy of Moby Dick.
Pretty eyes and smart. Such a funny girl, he thought. Especially when she held the knife against his throat. He could hardly wait until Thursday.
When Mr. Hawk died, he discovered something. Heaven was like being the library forever. Hell was like being in the library forever. Only one of…
Mary Seventeen Spring went missing. We grew impatient with inconclusive reports, our own lives like footprints in deep soil. Dried mud covered our hands. In…
In the fifth floor office, your father the diamond-dealer placed three diamonds along the crease between my middle and ring: marquis, sweet- heart, oval. He…
The old hag fed me with a spoon: one lump of gray porridge after another, lifeless and bland like an old washrag. Her wrinkled face…