Belgium Fog
I didn’t realize I had been lonely for so long until I stepped out of the Brussels Airport …
Short Story
the blue crab my father wasn’t interested in tennis or painting or gardening the only hobbies that interested him were ones that could make you money my father …
Poetry
The 21st century artist faces a balancing act between integrating with society and all that this entails— email notifications, insurance payments, twitter addictions, and so on— while simultaneously aspiring towards …
Interview
Josef performed as a spry 79-year-old social drinker. The town of Chico considered him a local hero because …
Short Story

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Gum Grey Tarmac
David watched as the company-issue tongs hovered over the landscape of refuse bulging from the top of his wheelie …
Short Story
rubble sun
Lineal for the children & mothers in gaza The babies the babies covered in young as blood roses unopened clamor for their mothers ,a breast in their clutch– …
Poetry
Scavenger Hunt
The robot—little more than a claw, some wires, a jerrybuilt scaffold—totters through the scrapyard, picking up pieces. It …
Flash Fiction
A Hidden Gift
I needed an anniversary gift for my husband—well, technically he wasn’t my husband. At that point, we had …
Short Story
Possum Parade
“No more Richard Scarry memes. Let’s manifest this shit,” so spoke Liz Lilly, influencer-cum-mayor, in her inaugural speech …
Short Story
Luigi’s penthouse
Luigi Lefty’s barkeep where I met him on the nude beach Zipolite, Oaxaca Two thousand fourteen Big Italian went chest first no shirt and drank from the bottle ran drugs …
Poetry
Lefty’s tender side
Hey Lefty Lefty’s eyes went queasy then wet as good pussy This is Mom said the voice on the phone Tears sprang from Lefty’s face Tarantino leer quavered …
Poetry
Oculus
The children found it by the brackish crick, washed up where fiddler-crabs burrowed on the mudflats. It looked …
Flash Fiction
The Silk Road
i.Silks are stacked like a physical rainbow, designs like Sanskrit on water, cool luminosity begging for a caress between thumb and finger. The Antico Setificio Fiorentino is hidden …
Essay
Blanket
I can hear Ted Koppel’s voice coming from somewhere, reporting on the violence that I’m seeing with my …
Essay
Reading through a Brutal Winter
At the center of Amos Oz’s 1973 novel, Touch the Water, Touch the Wind, is a church fronted …
Essay
Another Hiding Place
lilac draped courtyard, melancholy compost, spousal tongue erects blockades— the I (eye) tires of the restrictive, familiar imagery— swampy masses, yellow nerves seeking, rebinding our mutual human/animal connection— …
Poetry
Our Stepdad
(translated from the Polish by Dawid Mobolaji) I was telling you about Mama’s boyfriends – about their smell, …
Short Story
Now, What Do You Want?
The sophisticated lady sees the small helpless child contained in a steel cylinder. The child’s anxious upturned face is …
Short Story
Team Player
Before the game I asked my Girl to stop cheering for Doofus Danny, the roided out linebacker all the …
Short Story
Seventy-Five Percent
She just stopped. She does this. “This is stupid.
Short Story
the parable of the sad window man begins with work
Man hurtles himself headfirst at his 15th-floor window, all the unwavering self-hate Man can muster.Window doesn’t shatter, doesn’t shudder, doesn’t waver.Window is no Hollywood pussy break-away glass window.Man is no …
Flash Fiction
Surprise Endings
It was all a dream.I’m actually a cat.You have a split personality that’s way cooler and more assertive than you and gets all the ladies.The doctor was the injured boy’s …
Flash Fiction
For you Sam, Favorite books
For you Sam Sam calls it this human experiment I ripped off the phrase It features in the opening story of my book Which I sent to Sam Who read …
Poetry
That Time Robin Williams Died and I Saw My Mother On A Night Out In Ibiza
I don’t expect to run into my mother on the Ibiza strip surrounded by drunks and neon lights and …
Flash Fiction
an act of kindness
i hunger for the moment of entry for expansion yielding all pretense all carefully constructed indifference to a muted question of permission may? i?
Poetry
Do I Dare to Eat a Peach?: An excerpt from the novel Petra
Janice learned early in her journalism career–when she still had a career, or access to that grand ladder of …
Short Story
subjugation, not safe
subjugation wait, i can explain -- i used to be feral, chewing raw meat with sugary teeth, sucking on a carcass during sleepless nights, trying to fend off boars and …
Poetry
Caroline
Leonard and I had laughed hard first, then with trepidation, when Caroline, at five years old and in …
Short Story
The Hibernating Homunculus
My mind is blurry when I write. What is writing, where does it go, I do not know.
Essay