Fiction

On the Downbeat

  There’s a syncopated, synthesizer, drum machine, reguetón beat that calls out over my Bose® speakers—and that beat belongs to the song “Vaivén” by Dad...

Tuesday

“We’ll give you some time just in case.” I had a week. A week to hold onto the doctor’s note and reconsider. A week because I couldn’t do it any sooner. I ha...

Determinants

We put our wine glasses on cocktail tables and face the stage. I don’t think he should be drinking. A year ago I got a text message at 3am on a Tuesday. In a fe...

Two Storeys

It sounds like a sack of concrete hitting the pavement. No life. So I get off the couch. Stand still for a moment. Listen to the curses being yelled down below....

Inside Recess

Eric had a retainer and glasses with the strap-thing that went around his neck so he couldn’t drop them, but he’d eat anything you told him to: crayons, pencils...

Swift

“Seriously? Watching the final episode of David the fucking Gnome, that dumb cartoon, was the most defining moment of your childhood?” “Hell yes,” Marc said,...

Running Wild

The boy was in the woods, he was lost, and he was questioning everything he had ever believed. He had been wandering the immense Oregonian forest for the better...

THE FLOOR IS LAVA

My sister wants to pick out a whole new kitchen. She wants a new fridge, new flooring--the whole nine yards. “I’m tired,” she says. “I’m tired of the shitty ...

McTier

-Iowa City 1995   Just hold it.   Pokerface . . .   Man, be cool! I think, and I don’t want to seem too thirsty. But still. Thr...

Game Over

Jack wakes up. He looks out the window of his DC apartment. Eastern Market. He’s got a decent job as a legislative aid for his congresswoman from his home distr...