Fiction

Searching La-La Land

La-la land, she called it, that place her daughter went that she would never go.


May 07, 2021
Blue

My mother isn’t dead. I know this the way I know that squares are also rectangles, and that the sun is also a star.

Dead Jasmine

On the anniversary of his death, I put a stem of jasmine in a glass vase on the windowsill. The flower’s fragrance a bridge between this world and the next.

Apr 23, 2021
How to Eat Your Own Heart

Your knife should already be sharpened.

Apr 16, 2021
twisty little passages

You walk to the house. The door blocks you from going farther.

Apr 09, 2021
The Joneses

They were lucky for the brilliant output of the world’s brilliant minds, for so many chances to consume it. Lucky to live in an age of plenty, of pleasure.

Apr 02, 2021
Mouth, Fist

He never imagined himself holding a placard, waving a fist. But this, this he could do. People needed to be fed.

Mar 26, 2021
Camp Games

Werewolves, you unscathed bastards, open your eyes and decide who to kill.

Mar 19, 2021
The Festivities of Dying

An old man walking by says, “When you laugh at someone’s pain, you’re dying inside,” and the model calls back, “No one’s in pain here, grandpa.”

Mar 05, 2021
Müllerian Mimicry

Three-fourths of this feeling comes from starting over with Crystal again. An unusual fourth comes from the house’s wide windows.

How Sadie Regrew Wings

Given her dearth of friends, Sadie did worry that her neighbors, mistaking her for a bird, would shoot her down.

Rain

What did it take to divert poisonous attention? Beauty. Sinful amounts of it.

Feb 12, 2021
Skunk Cabbage

Kay had promised Louis that she would stop getting so angry. She agreed with him that it didn’t do any good. But what did?

Feb 05, 2021
The Mothers in the Woods

“We owe it to our children. We have to be able to do hard things. Whatever it takes.”

Jan 29, 2021
Unveil

They do, however, believe in spirits, engkantos, and the bruha.

Rolling Blackouts

Social Security sends us checks every month to say sorry about our mom. A thousand sorries for me and a thousand sorries for Vivian, and we accept them all.

Jan 15, 2021
Up and Out and Gone

They used to launch shuttles from the town, but that was all over now. Space had become derivative and unimportant and old.

Jan 08, 2021
Support Group

The blisters came two summers ago, after college. The biopsy came back inconclusive, so every month I go back to the office for a check-up.

Jan 08, 2021
Bring Your Lover to Work Day

We nibble at the sandwiches and make stilted conversation with one another’s better halves. The managers loom in the corner.

Dec 18, 2020
Self-Contained, Underwater

If she could speak, she would tell me she’s glad my reckoning has arrived.

Dec 11, 2020