All Stories

Goodness and Mercy

Tupelo. Tu-pe-lo. This city curls my tongue. Mississippi. Front of the mouth joy. Mis-sis-sip-pi. Hippie tippy lippy Mississippi. We married and lived in Tupel...

In the Aquarium

My fourteen-year-old son is a human boy. I know this because I am a human and had the sex with a human that caused our respective cells to multiply in my uteru...

What Will Happen to the Fat Girl

You will pop the screen and sneak out your bedroom window. You will meet other kids at a bonfire out in the woods, smoke clove cigarettes and eat gummy candy. ...

Dinner Guest

Today, the rain pours so hard the graveyard floods, the ground gives way, and bleached bones and skulls make themselves known—bones from the years the town was...

The Wild Orchid Napalm Forest

Judy Fox went first to be fingerprinted. She rolled her fingers and thumb in black ink, the sheriff asking her for the right and left hand and nodding at me to...

Low Orbit

Zero was too hungover to take them to the pool, not that he would’ve anyway, so when the oven struck twelve-noon Keats stole a five from the pants crumpled at ...

19 Owls

In March, the owls started walking into our school. March, April, it was all we talked about. By May, they were all over town, Barn owls on the roof of e...

A Girl Attends a Pep Rally

On the walk home from the bus, she practices what she will say about her day. There was a pep rally this afternoon. Principal Wheezely Weasley gave a speech I ...

The Idea Of It All

Nearly every time I go home, my dad mentions the knife I gave him. A filet knife given for birthday or Christmas or Father’s Day. I was proud of the gift at th...