Category Archives: Fiction

Nostalgia for Stability

Well-worn paperbacks by Mishima and Trotsky lay on the bed, purchased at the used bookstore on Bleecker Street. There is an inscription in the latter book. Reading the inscription of Trotskyists in love in the mid-1980s motivated me to buy … Continue reading

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Black Friday

Linus died on Black Friday, head crushed while reaching for a Nintendo Switch. After death, his soul did not descend to Hell, nor did he learn to play the harp. It wandered Walmart waiting for the next life to appear. … Continue reading

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Shopping and Kindness

Do you ever wonder what people say about you in the grocery store? Because, they’re mean. Nobody is better than you. They’re talking about every living thing that walks by. Just like you. People are talking about me right now … Continue reading

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The Ceramics

Jeremy is upset with the Grammy nominations. He was upset last year, too. I daresay he’ll be upset next year as well. I swallow the urge to argue that Grammy nominations are, in the grand scheme of things, inconsequential, because … Continue reading

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Anima Mundi

Sometimes even a walk down the road on a sunny day is an offence to the spirit. I have just been to see my therapist. ‘The prison of the self, the innate alienation of individual existence – this is what … Continue reading

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Sparrows

There are a hundred pairs of feet in the plaza at one moment in time, then a hundred new ones in the next. Black oxfords, white high-tops, plum boots of one woman, brown flats of another, pink light-up sneakers of … Continue reading

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Cinema Scenes

I don’t get movies anymore, the plot always puts me in a headlock, that and the cool-style mumblings – usually by a cop investigating an enigmatic slaying, going by a name I didn’t catch, following a law too intricate to … Continue reading

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The Creek is Swelling

The creek is swelling, you don’t need to be told, because you can see it spilling over the creekbed into the backyard, which wasn’t muddy before, but now is, all the grass drowned by hungry water, hungry for what, you … Continue reading

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The Matchbook Room

First performed by an actor as part of the Liars’ League Portland (now defunct) What I wanted to tell you about was Grin. How she collected matchbooks and how it’s a dying art form. Her full name was Grinalda. She’d … Continue reading

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Roots

Jeremy pointed into the hole. “See that?” he asked, looking up. “Roots.” The men crouched over the dirt and peered at the opening. “I can’t see anything,” Jack mumbled. Jeremy took a stick and shoved it into the darkness. “Right … Continue reading

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The Blue Crowned Dragon Butterfly

Laura must have heard me when I first noticed the Blue Crowned Dragon butterfly land on my windowsill. It was an infant so I wasn’t concerned. But within hours it grew from a delicately filigreed, iridescent, blue-membraned creature a few … Continue reading

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Animals

All the children have turned into animals, and now they have been set free. They are scurrying around the neighborhood, as if it is a forest full of brush and trees in which they play and hide from the likes … Continue reading

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Possum Stew

PART 1 36 DAYS AFTER THE STORM Scott Bryant clenched his stomach, his heavy eyes locked on the cabin in the middle of the harsh field. The wind howled, whipping his thick, unkempt hair across his face, the ends of … Continue reading

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The Book of Lies

When Shlomi was little we wrote the Book of Lies for him. It was a joke when it started—it was late, he was sleeping, and we were both too drunk for a Tuesday night. I was giving a lecture about … Continue reading

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The Spaghetti Party – A Memoir of My Father

Sometimes the story of a single battle tells you more than the entire history of the war. And so it is true in a general sense, where a small event in the course of a much bigger one can reveal … Continue reading

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Islander in Exile

Folks who live on islands for a while might want to be on the mainland, but forget about living away from the water. We can’t get far. After I moved on from the island I used to fish from, I … Continue reading

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The Punter

The old man was missing half his teeth and had wild, roving eyes. His name was Daniel but he looked more like Samson at the height of his shaggy glory. “Listen up, dear boy,” he would say, furiously sweeping an … Continue reading

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Wearing Smiles

Mother decides to wear a smile for Halloween. She wants to go trick-or-treating because adults need some damn candy. I’m seventeen. I can’t argue. I think Mother wants some small indulgence she doesn’t have to explain. After Dad, I can’t … Continue reading

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A New Life

She had left last week, quietly slipping away. No fanfare, long farewells or emotional parties. When you leave in the middle of a pandemic, when everyone is isolated and apart anyway, it takes a while for anyone to miss you. … Continue reading

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The Third Quarter of a Goat

I don’t think any of us ever want to find out what sum of money we’d sell our souls for, but let me tell you, you’ll know it when you see it. Today, I discovered £50 million is my price. … Continue reading

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Newspaper Planes

Do you believe in God? he asks. I swat away a horsefly but it keeps trying to fly through my ear canal. A pause, a realizing that the question is too big for the park. Looking for an answer in … Continue reading

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The Subtext of Skin

I stood in Fred Bone’s workroom. On the walls, all around, were photos of exposed body parts. One showed a tuft of pubic hair, dyed green, above which was tattooed Keep off the Grass. He saw me looking at it. … Continue reading

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Your Body Is A House

Imagine this: Your body is a house stripped from the pages of Gothic novel. There was a fire once, in the hearth of the home, and it burned through the soft furnishings. It took with it the comfort of crushed … Continue reading

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The Wooing Group

‘I think I should get straight to the point,’ she said. ‘I would like you to enclose me in a room in the Church, so I can worship Christ in the right way for me. If you refuse, I must … Continue reading

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Room 517

My greatest fear when I was younger was Pringles cans. Chips packed right against each other, body on body, without room to breathe or escape in the horrible paper cylinder. When you pack chips together like that, Chip One and … Continue reading

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