Apr 11, 2026 | Fiction |
The hours come. They come. Over all the clock. Around with time. I am sleeping my face on your quilt. Hear the doorbell ringing. Know the cock has crew. Oh come in. Make yourself. Sit down. Our mother opening the door. In. My daughter. Dr. blah and blah. If you want...
Mar 28, 2026 | Fiction
I was putting myself out there. On my return to San Francisco from a bleak Thanksgiving with my surviving relatives in Illinois, I downloaded Tinder, Bumble, and a few other apps I’d seen Instagram ads for. I resolved to pass judgment on several hundred men per day,...
Mar 14, 2026 | Fiction |
The house is dry and creaky. I am sopping on the floor. I hear him. No. Aunt or uncle rolling over in the bed. I’m not at peace here anymore. Now today. Glad. They’ll be gone. Still. I hear something. I know that step. Forty-one just like new. He is coming early down...
Feb 21, 2026 | Fiction
—Structuring the material in terms of the ongoing ahm, situation yes, on Mozart’s, ah, Ring, is it? —I noticed something here . . . Mister Ford spoke for the first time with the commanding indifference of an old-school drawl, running his finger down a catalogued...
Feb 7, 2026 | Fiction |
The beginning of teens us. Thirteen me fifteen sixteen you. Wave and wave of it hormone over. Like hot flush cold splash down my neck. Spilt with new thoughts, troublesome that is and things that always must be said. Spill it out. Spill it down. Where’s that father?...
Jan 31, 2026 | Fiction |
‘Grandma, those winged giants that you said Leila saw in her youth, what happened to them?’ ‘The lamassus? They’re gone.’ ‘Where?’ ‘Who knows – Europe, America … Now they’re kept in big houses called museums. They’re not in their native soil any more, although...