Category Archives: Fiction

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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The Tentacles

Out here in the Baja, there are animals that live underground their entire lives. Really. All you can see are their giant tentacles that rise up over the rocks and dirt of the desert, taller than some cacti and almost … Continue reading

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A Story About Noise

The bar had red vinyl stools bolted to the floor. When the two of them came in, it had been raining. The woman had shoulder-length red hair, drenched and moving with her body as if spilling from a wound. She … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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