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Past Tense

“It’s all history with you,” she said. It was an accusation. “I just wondered if you remembered trying it,” he said. They were driving west on Green away ...

Then Go To Paris, I Say

My mother is beautiful even when she bangs her head against the wall. When she does, her black, shiny hair swings back and forth and I can see, in profile, the ...

“Divebombing…”

“Divebombing” is This Thing I Do With Camera One-Twelve on Forney Towers Where I Focus on the Wide Horizon of Trees and Electric Windmills and Then Begin a Slow...

Click

Coming through some crack into her mind there strayed the American phrase every which way, as if a piece of American film had flaked off and found her, but that...

Morning Sun

Nora is in the kitchen drinking her coffee and looking at the dead teachers at the elementary school. Mrs. Kittridge and Ms. Hofstetter are mingling among the o...

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...