Fiction

Carriages

      You walk Ajax the Dog three times a day, minimum. Often five times, up and down the…

4 years ago

The Seed and the Swirl

They’d later say Everett Hurley’s wife died during a snowstorm, but really it was sand: ten months of wind, smothered…

5 years ago

When We Are There; Here On This Lowly Ground

There was nothing too bothersome about the compact, mint-colored beach cottage when the woman first moved in except the landlord,…

5 years ago

Tree City

The sound brought us all off our porches and out into the street--some in rumpled work uniforms, some in pajamas,…

5 years ago

Who Sharpens the Pencils

There were two distinct reasons why Ms. Morton knew that, overnight, all the pencils in the mug on her desk…

5 years ago

Poetics of a Broken Conversation

It feels like this. Just like this. When the whole world screams prompted by only the byte of a soundless…

5 years ago

Every Universe is Exactly the Same

After so much pleading, after hands pressed together in mock prayer, after pleasemompleasemomplease, after promises of rooms cleaned and weeds…

6 years ago

Road Messages

Thomas had been the electronic sign manager for the Department of Transportation in Florida for four years. From the control…

6 years ago

Hell, MI

My big bad beautiful brain wants another shot, another taco and a big fizzy cherry joke to wash it all…

6 years ago

A Series of Improvements

We were sleeping the first time we heard the alarms. We woke up in fright and went to the window.…

6 years ago

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