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Category Archives: Fiction
Not Eating Jellyfish
In the market yesterday I picked up some cod cheeks and octopus and forgot to put them in the fridge. That’s what I thought when I woke. Could I smell it? The fan was still whirring in the corner. I … Continue reading
Cracks in the Night Clouds
Sitting in July’s darkness, on her weather-beaten porch, staring straight ahead at the orchard’s shadows, she half-listens to the wind-struck warning of the garden bells—tongues tumbling into sounds of longing. The shock of fireworks that crackles overhead, like the terror … Continue reading
Your Fading Buddy: Some Dos and Don’ts
Do take a cautious, measured approach. Above all, remain focused on what is and is not your business. Maybe you’ll be at some ad hoc house party on the east side, trying to look cool while you sip from a … Continue reading
A New Adventure
“I’m afraid I might be turning into a tree.” The assistant chiropractor looks away from the computer he’s typing his notes into. He half-smiles. “I’m nearly done, then we’ll start making you feel like a human again, Kit.” He resumes … Continue reading
Shed
My father, Vincent, was a confusing alien to me. He was always smiling, never tired, even sang his cuss words. “Motherrrr-fuckerrrr” he would croon in a passable tenor to the tune of “Volare” if he burned his finger on the … Continue reading
Early Century Modern
Purple and black, basic. Those were the colors she prefers. Punk rock years were tartan skirts, ironic band name T-shirts and Doc Martens boots with the correct shoelaces. She had a tennis dress for parental gatherings—cleaning up just enough to … Continue reading
The Room of Eden
Once she had existed, and the world had spun before her not at a distance, but within her arms, and all who had lived looked upon her, knew all which they should ever know in the expanse of everything that … Continue reading
Harper’s Hideaway
I’ve come to realize there’s an art to spreading mulch. It’s all touch. You have to wag the shovel just right with your back hand to lay down a thin, even coat, and wrapping it around trees and boulders requires … Continue reading
Art
I He zipped down the highway as if he were an SS officer on the Autobahn, immune to prosecution. He spoke fluent German, Russian, and Japanese. He knew all the assignments of the Nazi high command, had ferreted out their … Continue reading
Congo Special
Hunched over the steering wheel, Bear drove Lisa’s little Jap car north from Rawlins, peering through the wet snow that spattered his windshield. Lisa had jawboned him into leaving his SUV in Denver, rather than waste all that gas on … Continue reading
Tampico Window
The bar’s got three semicircle windows in the wall that faces the parking lot, and they’re all mirrors. Other words, you can see the inside from the outside, but you can only see the inside from the inside. Not much … Continue reading
The Seed
Sally was cooking dinner in the kitchen. Outside, little Janie was crying. She was screaming something about that midget. Kyle was in the living room watching television: a woman being chased down a San Francisco street. “Go out there and … Continue reading
Double Take
I confess the first time I turned my head allowed me to see what was happening behind me. Briefly. Nothing but the flash of Spring’s twitching light, bouncing off too many glossy surfaces—windows, sills—one bronze pin oak leaf spinning slightly, like my mother’s hand that … Continue reading
Cottage cheese
I adopted Faye as a surrogate mother. She was ninety in February and her brain, despite the years, cracks through the night like a whip. She lived in Longmont at The Estates which was quite a name for a retirement … Continue reading
A Small Green Bottle
Original by Ken Nishizaki, translation by Toshiya Kamei A bright blue sky stretched over Vernon County, and Augusta’s mood reflected the weather. Her son, Ed, was delighted at the prospect of not having to jerk himself off. Augusta pulled a … Continue reading
The Minimalist
Day 0: Charlie hungered for the bag of blood the nurse pulled. She knew how hospitals worked though, and she knew she had to keep following her own empty-handed healthcare professional. “When will I hear?” “We’ll call you in exactly … Continue reading
Late Developers
In the last few weeks of her life, I caught him peeing in the sink. I came through the back door, as all of us always did, via the porch with its fly papers and window ledges and stands chock-full … Continue reading
The Fire
Somehow Kirby and I end up alone in the house. It doesn’t happen very often because six of us have been sharing this house for over a year, and guests, lovers, and other visitors frequently swell the population. But tonight … Continue reading
His First Voyage
The boy hadn’t even been allowed to stay on deck when wind plumped the sails and the ship eased out of Bombay harbour. He’d been sent below to the galley where he’d stay for the next few months, while the … Continue reading
YMCA
The topic in Danny’s Trans Am was the movie star we had seen at the YMCA pool, Warren County, Ohio. Had I not watched the movie star act on television throughout my childhood and been disappointed in his movies once … Continue reading
Cat Bone Mine
The mine office sat in the middle of the Schoenberg landfill and itself looked like a huge discarded cardboard box, as soiled and stained as an old cardboard box would be. As he passed tight security at the entrance checkpoint, … Continue reading
Oxford Blue
Here, it’s midnight. We don’t know how long it’s been midnight, but we realized it was a few days ago. “When was the last time anybody saw the sun?” Courtney asked, her little hand on her hip. None of us … Continue reading
Loose Thread
Now that they were old, they were getting rid of everything that was new, except for the 50-inch flat screen TV. They couldn’t resist leaving it on; finding it remarkable how they could see details in the big picture that … Continue reading
Mija
At night I drink wine and stalk my mother’s house. The next morning, I wake up tired. Best Cat Ever butts my head, chews my hair, tries to pull out my Scrunchie. Every once in a while, he succeeds, and … Continue reading
Living with the Stars
Original by Fusako Ohki, translation by Toshiya Kamei Keeping stars as pets. That was the latest craze sweeping Japan. I had no desire to follow this trend myself, but my classmates often told me how cute their pet stars were. … Continue reading
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