Short Story

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.

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 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.

The Christmas Story

This time of year, there are so many people pretending excitement when they feel none.

Dec 20, 2019
My Mother, an Ouroboros

Who were we? Puerto Ricans stuck in a drift, still moving from an American haunting howling on The Island, howling in us.

Dec 06, 2019
Eagle Son

The swastika on his sign is hand-drawn, a little uneven. Painted, not permanent marker. He made that thing himself. A Nazi crafter.

Nov 22, 2019
An Exercise in Paranoia

The prayer for air safety then begins to taxi to a halt: “Charge your angels, oh Lord, to escort the plane from take-off to landing.”

The Moon’s Navel

“You’re Mexican!” he said a little too enthusiastically, like I was just what he’d been looking for. I worried that he was going to put me in his museum or something.

Nov 08, 2019
Year of the Pony

I can’t stop seeing the brush in her hand as a scalpel, her countless bracelets jangling as she prepares to make the next cut.

Oct 25, 2019
Talking to Your Kids About Astronomical Phenomena

My daughter was fearless about the near-earth object. “It’s just ice and sky dust,” she told me when I asked if she felt afraid.

Oct 17, 2019
Riding Out the Storm with the One-Arm Man

Is years this place been here on this island and is years I see people age from this heaviness.

Oct 11, 2019
Whisper

The cashiers and the butcher had eyed my wrist like it told them everything they needed to know about me. But the bracelet meant nothing to the raven. It was his toy, the part of me meant for him.

Oct 04, 2019
Big Fan

Of course Tinsley knew Mia’s book launch was on Thursday. No one could talk about anything else online all weekend, but she hadn’t dared to picture herself actually there.

Sep 27, 2019
The Primary Breadstealer

He wanted to get as much work as possible, and maybe develop a mutually antagonistic relationship with a hero.

Sep 20, 2019
The Ghost on Platte River Access Road

That was the problem with ghosts, they made the air around them poisonous . . . and the only way to be rid of them was to be rid of the source.