Nonfiction

LANDSGEMEINDE, APPENZELL

Between May 31st and August 18th of 2019, a photograph hangs on the wall of The Morgan as part of an exhibit on crowds and groups and proximal strangers. Black...

The World I Will Not Taste

At first light there is a world in my ribcage. I fasten it shut with a clink and throw away the key. I’ll use it another time, I say to myself. I ponder vib...

The Gardener

Our neighbor stops over to say goodbye. His family has been renting the farmhouse next to our white summer cottage here in Maine. Although we haven’t met, I...

Four Feasts

I. “Chinese people eat monkey brains. They cut their heads open and eat them while the monkeys are still alive.” The girl’s eyes are bright with spite. She ...

The Hunched One

I was ten when we—my mother and I—visited Unical Teaching Hospital, the orthopedic section, to find a solution to the deformity I had developed in one of my fi...

Ambulances on My Block

“And what of the dead? They lie without shoes  in their stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse &n...

Here’s How It Works

Let’s say you’re eight years old and you get that birthday party you’ve been longing for, the one with all your friends from school, and you can hardly believe...

Still Life, Route 54

On my way home at night, I pass a man whose daughter dances in the lawn. The man is large and hairy and sits by a fire, drinking what I assume is Bud Light. He...

The Forgiving Kind

I once met god at a bar. At least, he said he was god. Or maybe a god. I don’t remember the semantics. He was tall and had dark hair and green eyes, the kin...

Waiting for a Suddenly

Before leaving my off-campus residence, I jump. It is nothing vigorous, just a series of jumps punctuated by short pauses. While I jump, I think about the move...