selected by Sara Crowley

A Field of White

On one of those rare mornings when I’m alone, not haggling over Cheerios and milk, stuffing kids into coats and hats before haul-assing out the door to drop the...

Three Likely Stories

1. The man sat in a booth, rolling a peach from hand to hand. A waitress pushing a mop called to him that it was closing time. But I haven't ordered yet, he ...

How to Spot the Portly Man

Disposition: The portly man is generally more benign than the rawboned man because cells in the portly man’s body contain organisms called Ludobites, which w...

What Do You Know About Love?

She had touched many skins, but none like yours. Yours was the edge of something else. Your skin was your own, but also hers. She would struggle with this as sh...

Swan Songs

November 2014 I love the radioactive glow from the heat lamps on the roast chickens, and I love my guy from Bay Ridge slicing up cold cuts, who asks me how I...