Fiction

Your Book Reading

“Hello, [a mispronounced version of your name], pleased to meet you.”

Jun 05, 2020
Low-Flying Children

The Green Man dreams that one day he will throw away the flag and depart for home in a bug-free rocket ship. But not before the children grow up, walk instead of fly.

May 29, 2020
Hotel La Plantación

They like flirting with local women. When they’re satisfied with the season, they catch a plane and go back to gringolandia.

There Is No Human Resources Department at the Candy Cooperative

The bubbly letters were both a direction and a justification for the lines of people who shelled out $37.50 for a forty-five-minute “experience” at “the sweetest place on earth.”

May 15, 2020
Solitude Is a Human Presumption

Why can’t we imagine, just for the sake of argument, that a joyful spirit leaves some of themselves behind—an echo of joy in a place they once loved?

May 08, 2020
So What’s Your Name, Sandra?

Her son’s name was Bison and, wouldn’t you know, she’d enjoyed calling him “Son” for short.

Class, What Do We Know About the President?

What is dramatic about wanting to protect ten kids from the bullshit of the world? Just ten. That’s all I want.

Apr 24, 2020
Lepidoptera

Her family had no wings, only legs that could traverse blocks at street level, where no one was allowed since the Sickness.

Apr 17, 2020
The Wedding After the Bomb

Somewhere far away, someone made a call, someone in power said yes to violence, and our friends would never get to see our friends say yes to love.

Shlomo and Fanya

The girl, a matchmaker, asked to see Shlomo’s hand. Reaching from her coat pocket, she pressed a tarot card-sized photo into his palm.

Apr 03, 2020
Unbecoming Behavior at the St. Agnes Fair

He always smelled like fabric softener exhaust from the laundromat down our block: like blue bottles of Downy and Saturday nights, when Mami would blow dry my hair straight with dollops of Dippity-Doo.

AREA CANNIBALESS

Some just want a lick of fame, prostrate at my feet with their sweaty headshots as if I am the one to save them, as if they are worth saving.

Forever Atlas with a Balloon

What does a melon dream about as it bathes in tendrils of rainwater, wishing to be invisible?

Mar 13, 2020
The Smell of All Mothers

It was That Smell, that-so-familiar-one that hurt me not to remember where I’d smelled it before.

Mar 06, 2020
150 bpm

It’s the heartbeat that I can’t forget. When the sonogram technician held her transducer to my abdomen and turned up the sound I was surprised by its rapidity.

Feb 28, 2020
The Giant

It was here that Dad told me the story. I didn’t know where the story had come from, or how long he’d carried it inside him.

Skin Hunger

She, too, often felt she would die if she went without physical contact. She worried sometimes that this meant she was becoming one of them.

If You’re Waiting for a Sign

April says the people at church don’t talk to us because they’re motherfuckers.

Jan 31, 2020
You Do You

She updates the simple bio on her dating profile: “looking for nothing serious. I am really into knives. Really, really into knives, ask me about it.”

Jan 10, 2020
Venus Conjunct Saturn

Maybe it wasn’t that Angie wanted to break things off with Kate; she just didn’t know enough to decide if she wanted to keep going.