Nonfiction

Blue Water

Deda Vitya, my father’s father, is in the hospital now, and we are with him. My father’s standing over his father’s bed. At the end of a blood test. White str...

Knuckleball

I see: everything. Yefim’s fist, French fries jutting between tattooed fingers. He scans the line, yellow-green eyes sharpening, tickets under plates. One thing...

Crushed

Ashley fell in love like it was nothing. She liked boys with crooked smiles and long, greasy hair. But she wasn’t picky; often, a quick look was all it took to ...

Dating Profile

I don’t like endings. I prefer to be alone when I cry, but everyone I am close with has sat near me while I wept. People divulge their secrets to me before I kn...

Why I Envy Pocket Watches

Click the button and the clamshell of the pocket watch opens to reveal the time like an oyster revealing its pearl. Time may be less valuable than a pearl, but ...

If

Cathy was working at a house for women trying to kick addictions when I met her. Her sense of humor was brash and brittle-dry. She was a native New Jerseyan in ...

Underwater

Emergency personnel were called to the harbor Thursday afternoon after a man drowned while attempting to rescue a child. He was forty, or thirty-five, or eight...

Tatau

When I was eighteen, and she was sixteen, I took my sister with me to get what would be my first tattoo—her name. I hadn’t known to research tattoo artists; ...