Fiction

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...

Unfound

Aside from the man walking up and down the aisles and the woman behind the counter, the small store is empty. His boots knock slow and even on the floor, she is...

Cool, haha

The desert isn’t a very good friend. He isn’t a very good boyfriend, either. When I heard about you meeting up with the desert for a cocktail, I wanted to slap ...

Peking Doves

       Aleister Lately had come to count on these roughly biweekly itinerant sojourns to the yawning crevasse in the Deep South. The sigil of Tiamat, primordial...

Random Balloons

SOMEONE   WAS   JACKHAMMERING   OUTSIDE   THE   WINDOW.  I rolled over, separated the Venetian blinds, looked outside. A gray-haired woman in a high visibility ...

The House

Cara’s mother always makes Cara do things that should get her in trouble—spit off bridges, sneak into the Employees Only closet, feed old bread to animals at th...