Category: Fiction

Gushman

I told the army that my father was abusing my mother and that I had to stay home to protect her. This girl whose job it was to check out these kinds of things arrived at our apartment. It was … Read More

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Family Bones

A fiction piece reflecting on how to cope with impending loss.

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Hey, Sweet Annie

“He closed his eyes. Should he be praying right now? He wasn’t sure. He forgot to think about this part.”

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White Noise

“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”

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Ginger

Neuroses can only get you so far.

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Frog World

“Now, imagine you are a frog and you know that all your frog flesh and frog blood is shared with your frog brothers. What kind of frog would you be?”

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Antibody

“Disconnecting from my warring fingers, I hang in a space that belongs to neither fingers nor eyes.”

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Too Evolved

“Is purple the color of evolution?”

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Arm and a Leg

My little sister has this disease that makes all of her limbs fall off.

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Dolores, Part II

The second part of a serialized story

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Dreamscape

“When she dreamt of something, she dreamt of ballet.”

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Liquidation

“That could be anyone, I think. The beach, the cliffs, the moon, just something with a voice that sounds like Margaret. The ocean could have picked up her accent and dissolved it, carried what I know as Margaret—black hair, sports bra, raspy voice—and released its latent sound into the cold wind, back to me. A lure.”

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