I would question the sanity of anyone who’s not questioning their own sanity nowadays, Doctor, but this patient of mine — Patient Z, let’s call him — put even me ...
Mama lets the paddling pool water spill onto the grass. That’s how the neighbors’ kids know it’s time to go home. Continue Reading SOWING SEA MEADOWS
Cortes looked out through the moonlit night, out across the steaming ground, out across the glistening earth, out upon the bodies that lay and lay and lay in the courtyard. ...
The weather had turned for the better since the last night. She had retired to her room when he arrived at half past ten. So early! He was astonished. She ...
It’s terrible, you see they’ve started using paper bags at the supermarket. Brown paper bags. Well it didn’t take me long to figure out that this presented an unprecedented opportunity. ...
As a teen, I was obsessed with my knickers, whether to allow boys into them and getting them in a twist. My mother instilled in me the importance of ensuring ...
She had been collecting supplies for some time: fabric, yarn, scissors, and glue. Strong glue. She needed this to hold together. Continue Reading GLUE
All the zines were printed at Lehman Brothers. All the zines were printed at Goldman Sachs. All the zines were printed at Merrill Lynch. Continue Reading THE END ...
In March, the snow melted, and the lake thawed, and we had to watch as these bloated bodies full of holes and pond scum all rose up from where the ...
In this short piece, Brazilian novelist and short-story writer, Carol Bensimon, posits the life of a pool man after the virus has wrecked the tourism industry and the rich have ...
I was born at 6:04 p.m. on the 3rd day of the Moon’s skulking journey across the skylands. She is a child of Krithika, the temple priest tells my mother, ...
As I’d begun to do lately, get out paper, my stack of comics from under the bed. I start drawing.
Jittery, a twiddling, nerve-pulling runway, touch-down, to pencil scratching, scratching, then, ...
Papa’s blood runs hot, a carryover from the Sicilian sun, Mama says. Temperatures rise, and storms brew, feeding off the latent heat. The fury of God in man. Our lot ...
I was sitting in the rail station waiting for the 10:30 to London when a mother with two small children sat beside me, her daughter wedged between us. The girl ...
He licks her big toe, glides his tongue across the arch of her foot, softens the cracked and toughened skin of her heel with warm saliva, and then presses his ...
The way the two women walk six feet apart, one on the sidewalk and the other in the empty street = the way the body and the soul walk together ...
Inevitably, implacably, the rain fell, its blanket mass a monsoon vehicle that swept across Ypres. It had been ceaseless for months, so much so, that you could not imagine a ...
After eight weeks at home, my daughter alternated between lethargy and irritability. Between sleeping and meltdowns, explosions of preadolescent rage that leveled the living room, kitchen, and shared bedroom of ...
The wind blows cold and lonely off the prairie at night, hurtling along at ground level, then rising up, washing over the house. Continue Reading Seafaring in Minnesota
