Edna’s bones are looser this morning. They rattle inside her skin like teaspoons standing in a cup.
The hem of her silk dressing gown brushes the floor. Eug...
I got knocked up when Mercury was in retrograde. I think-slash-assume. The retrograde lasted for at least the whole month, since I’d last seen Carter, and now ...
We were wobbly on our asses atop a pair of flipped trash cans, waiting for that fat fuck Officer Dan while passing a pint bottle of Ezra Brooks between us (som...
I am not damaged goods. Nor do I wish to be thought of that way. And you, gentle Allie, are no monster, and never were. No one was hurt by what we did, and des...
Last week, we were at the bar theorizing shared doom on account of an impending asteroid. The news showed a cartoon rock plowing through the solar system, pass...
The terminal feels bigger on the night shift, the shops dark and shuttered, the jumbo jets stood down and nosing at the windows. My shoes squeak on the vinyl a...
“Apocalypse,” says the placard, but in the brown dusk Mei sees Shanghai or New Jersey. The smog is all Trenton, though she barely remembers the week she spent ...
This is the road where wild men and wild dogs does roam. None of them with no home. Panting. Ranting. With guns and blunts at the hips. With unsheathed phallus...
The first time the girls conjured the devil, The Hillside Boys had just announced their fall ‘97 tour dates and Fresno was not on the list, half a dozen held-b...
A train pulling through the gray winter on the morning after Christmas. Sky still dark, snow melting in the drizzle of rain, windows fogged so the scenery tick...
