Fiction

Wet Finger

What a delight it is to smoke a joint and wash dishes and listen to songs on YouTube (songs I’ve never taken the time to appreciate before) while the warm water...

Monsters Die!

Kozo Watanabe tossed the Love Doll’s see-through kimono onto the unmade bed. “Time for a shower, daughter,” he announced.  It was early, not yet six in the morn...

Barista

Matt was on his fifth shift of the week and as a result, his apathy had reached a peak. He had been sheepish when his supervisor had outwardly recognized his mo...

Cooks

Carter—23,Vietnamese American—and Liz—24, Chinese American—were sitting on the steps of the front porch, eating food stolen from a local Farmer’s Market. Liz wa...

We Left

Today we left.   We pulled our favorite shirts and headscarves and underpants with a hole in the seam and emptied our cabinets room by room into bags...

The Dead Parade

I was walking home from work one night. It was nice out. The moon was full and the trees were swaying, all that. It was one of those nights you forget. I rememb...

Until Next Year

The laminated menu said that it had been open since 1986. The 18th of December to be exact. It seems a strange date to open up an Italian restaurant in a North ...

Honeycomb

Emma’s beehives were at the very back of her property. She’d bought this house specifically because it landed strategically outside of relevant county lines and...

Watershed

We were standing in our living room, daylight fading through the blinds, when Em started telling me that our relationship was over—completely over. That the spa...

Borrowed Style

Cassie shook her head back and forth real slow, her chin drawn up and pressing her lips into a line, like I’d told her my dog died instead of just pulling down ...

Home Video

When it was time to kill Peter again I was sitting on the porch eating tapioca pudding. “Here,” Minnow said, and threw me a shotgun. She was holding a tripod...

Pillow Talk

I was leaving, and you knew it. You saw my bag, too heavy for the occasion, slumped on the chair next to me. You talked to them, to her, to everyone but me, eac...

Sweetheart

He thought he ought to give her a key to his place. Yes, it had been three months, but he could feel it. The way a snake knows when it has to molt, or when a ca...