Niall was in high school, older than us and he wore glasses that were octagonal and shaded so that you could just barely make out his eyes. His sister was young...
Tickets were expensive. $50,000 for a seat on the jet that flew from Boston through a hologram of the World Trade Center in Manhattan. About half the passengers...
I hope this doesn’t come as a severe shock to everybody, but I’m through. I know what you’re thinking. No hips, skinny—it’s sad, it’s poignant. Only exercise I ...
Since birth, Agatha was very sensitive to pollen. She came rushing in from the yard shouting “Mom, Mom!” between spells of four, five, even six sneezes in a row...
In East Coast cities, you can travel a century in a matter of blocks, adopt a street kitten who unearths crud from primordial crannies you wish remained unchart...
I went to the drugstore to steal stuff. You can steal all kinds of mints and gum and medicine. I stick to children’s stuff like diapers, formula, kids Tylenol. ...
“Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein.” Ray and Mal’s son, Gill, yelled from the second floor bathroom. Together they looked up from their morning coffee, d...
I save the ribbed horn for last after the glowing tenderloins and flaky iridescent wings marinated in fairy juice. I take if off my plate and grip the eyeless m...
I’m sitting in a Trader Joe’s parking lot in a green Subaru. The grey leather inside is still tacky, by the way.
Do you remember when we left that party? It ...
Infinity drifting up, fading out, exhale: spaciousness. Light echoes through the cave. Darkness. A room with five lamps, three tall windows, emerald curtains gr...
Ma stored it next to the pull-out wastebasket under the sink. She hated it, but couldn’t throw it out, knowing it made us happy: The Grilled Cheese Maker 3000.
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Grace did something wonderful at work. She shined a light in the dropped darkness. She saved an entire life! To say more might embarrass or betray or violate la...
You came crying on our doorstep, sweet baby, the day after you’d gone with him. I named you Butterfly because what else can I call you after something so ugly? ...
It was the next big thing, like smoking banana peels or planking. The girl was inspired by an episode in that trending horror series—you know, the one where the...
The dark cave of the club holds us like a hug and we are surrounded by a couple hundred other people, all singing along with the same exact words, swaying toget...
It was the summer of 1993 and Keilani and I sat by the crackling fire as the bullfrogs croaked a sonorous symphony, the grass swayed from a whispering breeze, a...
The famous actor is standing next to the phallic object. The object was designed by the billionaire idiot to carry people to Mars on a jetstream of cryptocurren...
Skin is in the attic next to AUX cords and Mom's old Polaroid. My teen brother dunked his body in melted aluminum.
"That's bold." I say.
"I don't expect som...
This picture is influenced by Rodin’s sculpture, “The Thinker.” The figure in this oil-pastel picture, though, is much less defined, less realistic. Also, unlik...
I heard a radio broadcast about a pregnant manatee. They squeezed the pre-recorded segment into the Tuesday evening classical music block. I was tuned in to cat...
I remember the time you snuck a couple of PopTart packets from my table like a starving extra and not the lead, the draw. Bayonne cemetery in November, skeleton...
Nowhere Good, Nowhere Fast
The Dunns had placed a camera high up in their maple tree. It faced the Merrick’s yard.
“But it doesn’t quite face it,” Mr. Merri...
Abby’s going through a phase. At bedtime we have to tuck her in and kiss her forehead three times and say “Goodnight goodnight goodnight,” and then “Sleep tight...
Featuring sixty-seven stories that span over a decade, Spinning to Mars dangles between the promise of a ride and the promise of home. The eighth collection fro...
The silver of your 1995 BMW melted down the streets sliding off the corner curbs. Seeing your desires illuminated against the street signs, I got in. Your hands...
I take stock of the past week. Edited manuscripts, jumbles turned into semi-coherence, ready for authors to hate again. Fatherly words. Weak, selfish,...
Created en masse, drama-addicted, selfie-obsessed megalomaniacs by millions turn to social media to reinforce their identities through daily junkie fixes of eit...