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Impermanence

The hot desert wind picks up, blowing gusts of pollen through the motel window. I imagine a layer of Easter-egg-yellow dust on my naked back. The comforter is ...

Downwind

After Leon died, Loretta sold most of the farm away. Away, in different ways. The back fields, nearly 300 acres, went to two neighboring farms, the Rathmueller...

Rules for Writing an Essay

Lately, there is a cottage industry booming for writing about writing, which was once considered a bit of a faux pas, a magician revealing his or her secrets. ...

Subplot

My husband claims the thing that most “offends” him about my lover (“offends” is his word, versus something more predictable, like “upsets”) is that Adam’s fav...

Before The Fall

I couldn’t say whether I killed him—or was it a her?— that cat in the rain-slick road, its coat reflecting silver in the headlights, its white eyes aglow at my...

One Day Closer

In the morning, the nursing home residents are in a good mood. By evening, the act of living begins to take its toll. I too have started going to bed at eig...

Buried

The telephone rings at 2AM on a cold January night, a few days into the new century. Andrea’s mother has died: suddenly in her sleep, on another continent, 6,0...

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...