A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing
The house is dry and creaky. I am sopping on the floor. I hear him. No. Aunt or uncle rolling over...
The house is dry and creaky. I am sopping on the floor. I hear him. No. Aunt or uncle rolling over...
As little Franck talks about why he thinks adults are afraid of children’s sexuality, someone in...
The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to...
I go back inside and throw on my least wrinkled dress. I look into the mirror and practice my...
The midtown hotel restaurant was almost empty at eleven-thirty in the morning. Three waiters were...
‘Every persisting marriage is based on fear,’ said Peregrine. Fear is fundamental, you dig down in...
Politics is largely governed by sententious platitudes which are devoid of truth. One of the most...
In a stretch of comparative quiet, by a shore of white sand, a bird I recognized at once was...
Just after four in the morning, Nze stuck his head through the tent-flap. ‘Psst!’ he...
“Can I have another Xanax?” Reva asked. “I can’t spare another, Reva. Sorry.” She was quiet for a...
A Dark and Winding RoadAround nine o’clock, I pulled my sleeping bag out and unrolled it on the...
Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit,...