A drunk named Sergei said that St. Petersburg is a museum of sex and suffering, which at the time I thought profound, but we were…
Years ago I bought a Hungarian bear trap for my cowardly daughter. A big, steel cage: about six feet in diameter, eight feet long. She…
I call him Mr. Big Shot because that’s the name he goes by. This since last December when he took the Greyhound through New Mexico…
They came dressed as Batman, and you were a giant corn dog. The dance floor was someone’s bedroom, the attic where people smoked up. They…
Bears know a thing or two about garbage: where to find it, how to release locks and open doors or take a dumpster in hand…
In the interest of keeping busy, you start a blog and type up an exhaustive list of all the dead birds that you look at…
If you had a red blazer and a red pencil skirt, in twenty years you’d look like a first lady or that woman in The…
Between Coatesville and Paoli alerts come through my iPad and phone. They are from my mother’s account. They’re pictures I’m tagged in. They’re updates. The…
Then without further violence, green shoots break through ground, and the men arrive as usual with their metal detectors. They’ve come for bullets, war coins,…
The first wife liked to run, very fast. Sometimes she sprinted until it made her sick to her stomach, folding over her government- issue shoes…