Graywolf’s 2009 reissue of J. Robert Lennon’s collection of literary anecdotes, Pieces for the Left Hand, seems to have found its niche as one of…
The god of social media was born after Zeus came in a piece of papyrus featuring an undesirable sketch of his face. I could do…
Costco policy says bakery personnel have to put on gloves before using a serrated knife. It’s a safety issue, and Costco supposedly places top priority…
On the terrace where the parents drink margaritas there’s a tiny radio. The sound is quiet against the sea noises taking up all the rest…
When I go to someone’s house for the first time, I can’t help but wonder how many times someone has fucked on the couch where…
Not really, but close, because my lover has a long face like Ben’s. It’s not too long, not long like a horse’s, but just to…
First the marching band and the Veterans with their burnt limbs—hardly the chiseled imagery of recruitment ads—then, finally, the Bacon Babes. Perched atop a decommissioned…
The maze of yellow tape: Caution. Caution. Keep out. Posted on the door: Unsafe. Underneath, the paint blistered, rough to touch. He should be in…
In the kitchen Lloyd is wringing its neck like a wet washcloth. Seconds ago, the cat was smug. It hooked the bacon frying on the…
The main thing we were known for before our team won the big game was the rain. The game didn’t stop the rain, but the…