I slept in a ball of my mother's bras as a boy - not a fetish, there was just nowhere else to sleep. We lived in the back of a department store. We posed during...
You are doing doughnuts in the Walmart parking lot at 2am. You can’t sleep. You never sleep anymore. The song “Methuselah Rookie Card” by Snowing is so loud ...
The number of years you have lived.
The number of years you existed before you felt you had really lived.
The number of cars you have owned.
The number o...
Diamond
Sal’s socket wrench slips from his hand and bounces on the pavement. The main number for the nursing home flashes on his cell phone. His mother m...
Above: A portrait of Phillip Hillwood painted by the doddering and much-acclaimed expressionist Malcolm Ulrich appeared in conjunction with a breathless story t...
Shanbhag’s novella begins on an exhale. A nameless narrator sits in refuge at a coffee house. He pins his gaze to the exchanges at other tables in attempt to di...
You’re lonely and depressed; your grandfather died only a few weeks ago and now you have the house to yourself. It’s so silent that it bothers you, makes it dif...
Depart early to save on booking. Swallow Dramamine at takeoff. Bump into dead businessmen in Chicago while connecting. Their faces are crumpled but their suits ...
Your phone alarm goes off at 6:30. You grab the phone off the nightstand, switch off the alarm, and burrow back under your quilt. All you want to do is stay...
“Daddy Norton has fallen and broken his leg,” announced Ryan Seacrest, grinning widely from the rabbit-eared television in the corner.
“Turn that shit off, w...
Welcome. It has been quite a year. These last months, especially, have been difficult. We have had much to lament, much to despair, and while I wish t...
Somewhere in your neighborhood, a full-scale guillotine stands in a backyard. Maybe this guy—and it is a guy— lives right next to you. That suspicious structure...
Step One: Wash Your Damn Hair
By the time it’s over and the cops are done talking to you, the dye has been sitting in your hair for nearly three hours. You’ve ...
It was a warm morning towards the end of September and I’d gotten up before the sun to run for a few miles along the San Antonio River, just south of ...
In the beginning, it was dark. Man was by himself in the darkness. He might not have minded so much if there had been Wi-Fi and he were able to catch the Sunday...
Dear Mr. Frank S. Monster, Ph.D.—
We received your official appeal for a reinstated passport (although you could not supply your old passport so I struggle t...
To Whom It May Concern:
The revolver felt cool in his hand—the handle burning textured steel in his contracted palm, the barrel running down the length of hi...
The centerpiece of the main square is a one-eyed statue. He leans forward, hands extended though no one remembers he was once holding a tray. His jarring figure...
Triceratop—that’s what he told me to call him, however silly it sounded. Dressed in lion-themed cotton pajamas, Triceratop didn’t so much resemble a herbivorous...
Every night, we wrote down the names of the stars which had gone. So we could watch the skies, Nora brushed the star ash from our window - our parents still cal...
She sent me this YouTube video of a cat trapped in a house, that should be meowing/hissing, but instead somebody dubbed themselves going “heyyyyyyyyy” every tim...
Deacon Jones: Nathaniel, why do I smell gas? And what are you doing with that torch?
Me: I need the gas and torch to put something to rest.
Deacon Jones: Son,...
willard park is supposed to be the bad part of town. it’s supposed to be the bad part of town because a couple of black families live around the park. in my tow...
“Have you ever felt so alone you wanted to cry, but the chronic nature of your ailment removed the tears' urgent imperative?” –Charles LaBonne
The swee...
Crash. Boom. Bang.
This was certainly not a song. This was the sound of a true collision.
Everything went as planned in Alex's life until this sudden.... Ban...