Short Short
When my cousins visit I tell them my two GI Joes are in Barbie’s convertible because I can’t find their ATV. “Don’t worry,” I say….
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…
We thought he was a fat child, until he fit comfortably in the wine jar. Fed and clothed him in that womb, safe from the…
The size and shape of a quarter, it stares out at her, the skin slightly raised and bubbly. Like cooked bologna. She touches it and…
(Original text by Edgar Omar Avilés) And the stars keep growing brighter until they all hit earth.
On the subway at 3 a.m. across from me a fat man in a neon yellow and red Hawaiian shirt sits down adjusting his navy…
I got drunk and googled you tonight, not expecting to find much. Maybe a comment on an abandoned message board. Something obscure. I don’t know…
It had ended rather simply, at Joe Junior’s, over cheeseburgers in the window booth. He said, “Tell me to stay.” She said, “I can’t tell…