Four times there will be men who will try to raise and assemble this ship. Three times they will fail, but a fourth man will succeed. Continue Reading ...
The excitement begins at the airport. You know deep down that in that bag is a ring, a big diamond one that shoots doves at unhappy people, a ring that ...
Do you want me anymore Do you want her more Is my tummy too big are my tits too small Freaks Are Good as are we all I don’t care ...
They were like a breeze traveling upwards to the scarf around your face, pulling it loose. Threatening to unravel it. Continue Reading Hospitality
Sofi smiles without showing her teeth. Thai men often forget her height or simply don’t believe in it, and when they face her six-some feet with heels, they shrivel. That ...
She’d been the literary one, not him, better he remain true to his musical talents. Don’t worry, getting by, haven’t forgotten you. Can’t. Wouldn’t know how. Continue Reading ...
You squint at me as though you are only properly seeing me now for the first time. I scour your room which is the palest of blues. Continue ...
When I made the discovery little over a week ago, I was far too excited to think in such rational terms. I had been foolish, addicted. I see that now. ...
Promise yourself: If they catch you, you’ll deny it. Decide that you will play dumb. Practice seeming confused, insisting genuinely to an invisible supervisor that you were looking for a ...
He was beautiful if you knew him, and could be a real bastard when he wanted to, and a lot of times when he didn’t. Continue Reading ...
She takes to visiting the shed on a daily basis, constantly checking over her shoulder on the lookout for Lottie or James, hoping to snatch a couple of hours to ...
One kid keeps having a nightmare about drowning. She hears a sound like something crumbling and opens her eyes. Cracks spread across the walls and ceiling. Continue ...
We come into this as helpless faucets of overflowing salt ducts, eager and scampering, exhausting profusely to make sense yet never availing, barely scratching. Continue Reading Irene, ...
My father has always said we’re not Americans. Americans have presidents. We don’t. We were carted over here from a land far away and don’t know the way back, but ...
This morning when Walter tumbled off a beribboned donkey halfway up the steep cobblestone path from the port to Fira he was embarrassed. Continue Reading The Saffron Lover
t was fall–when grassland starts to grey and brown and the sloughs and wetlands prepare for ice. The sounds of life get tuned down; frogs nestle in the mud, birds ...
But it wasn’t really a laugh. It was more like an ambulance siren than a laugh, all shrill and constant and loud, going “Ha ha ha” in a computer’s perfect ...
Spandau, the most outlying and unexciting borough of Berlin, has earned some measure of fame for two things: providing Rudolf Hess with life-long free board and lodging, and for making ...
In the overgrown, ripening summer, four boys, elementary age, chase the day away. It is that magic hour, right after dinner, just before the dark comes and beds call. ...
The bar is dimly-lit yet I can still see his face laced with long, shoe-string tears. Continue Reading The Man With No Hands
