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Category Archives: Fiction
The Disciples of Baphomet
I have yet to meet my new housekeeper. She comes highly recommended from, well, shall we say an intimate acquaintance of mine. The agency is headquartered in an anonymous building along the industrial riverfront where, if the amateur historians are … Continue reading
Pixel Wife
When they launched the downloadable companions, Russell laughed it off, shoveling down a forkful of the egg foo yung we were eating on the couch. You wouldn’t fuck a hologram, would you? I looked away. I had married Russell because … Continue reading
Paradise
This is the end, so it appears. I wonder if you still dream. I imagine you do, though hopefully not of our zip lining adventure in Costa Rica. My screams were my own, I don’t apologize. A strong falsetto, that’s … Continue reading
From Diego’s Mouth
Today, Grandmother says, you’re going to witness an atrocity. And you won’t be able to do a thing about it. You understand? I nod. She sits in front of a large cross and an image of the Virgin Mary and … Continue reading
Dive
He looks like he’s missing an eye, Carla says, as spumes in the water twirl, laughing at what has occurred. We are sprawled on the shore of a beach, and there’s been an accident. The first scream is not unlike … Continue reading
Firefly Nightlights
The firefly flickers in my loosely closed fist, its light seeping between my fingers like silent Morse code. It could be sending an insect S.O.S. out into the world for all I know, calling for help to escape the cage … Continue reading
Chiaroscuro
There were five of us at Martin van Buren Middle School, five too many. We all had troublesome names, landmines buried in the smooth rolling hills of Golds, Smiths, Silverbergs. From early on, we could spot the horsemen of mispronunciation … Continue reading
Twenty Inches Above the Carpet Near Bare Toes*
The ninety-six-year-old American theoretical physicist and mathematician, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a physicist known for his work in quantum electrodynamics, solid-state physics, and astronomy, lay flat on a fully reclined Eames chair in the living room, reading the … Continue reading
Roadside Service
One thing people don’t think about ahead of time is how very messy it will be. No way around it. When it happens there’s suddenly one more person alive on planet Earth, yet the inside of the car will look … Continue reading
Late at Night a Call
I wait until deep in the night before I make calls that span the city. The couple in the flat above hoover their carpets till late, shaking the ceilings so violently the light fittings swing. My other neighbours make love … Continue reading
desert woman
July 12 I am still as I stare up at the new apartment, shrouded by trees on either side and leaning slightly to the left. I am already tired of standing but I can’t seem to move my feet forward. … Continue reading
Yard Work
I I grapple with scotch thistle, its velvety green stem whiskered with miniature thorns that guard against irregular pruning. Across the wind-swept forest, 30, 40 acres away, a bomb fire burns—oak, pine, a hint of cottonwood and dead leaves fill … Continue reading
People of the Storm
It isn’t a source of embarrassment that water takes precedence over everything in our lives. It has a mind of its own, this flow that gives the impression of the deliberate, seepage that knows life’s complicating labyrinths the way our … Continue reading
The Potential for the Intrusion of Statistics into Areas Requiring Delicate Freedoms
Red-banded Hairstreak Butterfly Males have developed two pairs of usable legs, females three. It’s not fair and follows no previously known precedent, but that’s the way it is. Some males claim that the effect is exaggerated by the tails that … Continue reading
The Idea I Had of Bridget
Red Satyr Butterfly bubbled. It was spilling over. Bridget’s steep potential frothed and o’erran. I held her wings and danced with her rich brown escaping, her strong copper-colored highlights in the middle of each wing. I caressed her large copper-orange … Continue reading
A Vagrant Security Camera
Reakirt’s Blue Butterfly Marcus is an assumed name to put the immigration agents off the trail, but there are many of them invading the north annually and dying in the winter. They tend to be loners and can’t tolerate the … Continue reading
Stars Over Texas
Rawson’s Metalmark Butterfly Estonians in Texas seem to be drawn to the desert washes and moist areas in the arid lands. You can separate them from the ghosts there by noticing their dull reddish-brown to dark brown exteriors, with an … Continue reading
Removal of the Aging Caution Lights
Rare Skipper Butterfly Giles is derived from a painting in the early 19th century by John Abbot, the pioneer Georgia naturalist. Thereafter it disappeared until it was rediscovered in the marshes near Wilmington, NC, in 1925. It may be fairly … Continue reading
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
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
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
The Green Bike
Angela liked Friday evenings best, for that was when the man with the green bike came by the house. He always brought her a bar of Hershey’s Cookies ‘n’ Creme, breaking off half and handing it to her ceremonially before … Continue reading
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
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
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
