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Factory

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...

To Be A Goddamned Mayfly

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...

Matthew’s Ninth Birthday

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...

Her Metamorphosis

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...

Single Issue

“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, ...

The Four Stages of a Fire

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...

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. ...