Fiction

LKF

Sterile room, fluorescent lights, it’s freezing too. Agent Fields across the table, a face you wanna punch. Tell me about Zahid, he says. We met on Lan Kwai ...

Becoming Thatch

The pragmatic businessman is always composed: abundant hair fixed in a quaff, gym-fit form clothed in cognac oxfords and a charcoal puppytooth suit, decisions m...

Blood Bag

The sky is bleeding rain. I am on 42nd Street and I cannot tell if I am wet or just cold. The sun is MIA. Across from me is this mime making O shapes with hi...

Lately

  Lately I’ve been burning down highways blindfolded. There are only three ways out of town: east, west, south. He sits in the passenger seat and keeps ...

Smash Therapy

Inspired by an exercise her therapist gave her, Thea goes to estate sales to buy fine china to smash. Small plates rimmed in gold, porcelain tea cups once gripp...

Cause of Death

So much noise buffeting around in here I can’t make sense of it. I focus on the crackling paper of my cigarette. Through all the rest I can still hear that, but...

H. Precarius

God gave me my money. —John D. Rockefeller   My luck with money reached its end at the Field Museum. Joan covered my entry fee, swore she didn’t mind....

Sleepovers

The specialest movie was one we’d watch during sleepovers— we being all the kids who’d ditch our homes every night to be in each other’s, a dozen of us, in four...

Neighborhood Watch

PERSONAL LOG: OCTOBER 3, 2038 – 11:13 P.M. The temperature on the thermometer outside reads 22 degrees, which is unusually cold compared to autumn temperatur...

The Porch

My porch has folding chairs. People sit in them. There’s a plastic table—guests put drinks on it. Lights hang from the ceiling—an Amazon purchase. The smell of ...

Assimilate

We couldn’t let panic stop us now. I was out of pills and only had 12 rounds of .357 Magnum. We came here for one thing. One simple fucking thing. Unfortunately...

The Knight and I

As soon as I hold the sword in my hands, I feel stronger than the jacked up Ford F150 that that dickhead Jasper parks up on his lawn, so strong that I swing the...

The Verizon Guy

His bedroom is a low slanting attic space but after four years I’m used to the yellowed popcorn plaster ceiling looming above as he lingers over my semi-soft-fo...