Because my dad and I were not the type to take vacations, I have never been to the ocean. But it’s always been so familiar in my dreams, as though I was one of...
God scratches His head. “You’ll be a mayfly,” He says. He’s had a long day. Clearly. His robe is open so you can see His chest hair and He smells a little of b...
There’s a whale near shore, the size of a Greyhound bus.
She releases a breath, mist rising in the air.
I ask a guy near me, who’s leaning on a metal det...
In the mirror a candle is melting.
Her eyes peep out from under a mass of mangled flesh, the nose pudgy, the cheeks squashed in. Devi wills the glass to sho...
“Now this is an essay,” my son says, sipping tea poured from a glass pitcher of floating green leaves.
It’s 1:00 AM; we’re wrapped in towels, our hair wet, ...
1. Incipient
The night before B’s twenty-third birthday, at the climax of the St. Louis summer heat, we come home drunk from the bar and fuck on his duvet-l...
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...
Richard Brautigan wanders into my flat wearing a cardigan the colour of deer. It’s one am, and a writer hasn’t visited for a while. Especially Richard Brautiga...
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...
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. ...
