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Category Archives: Fiction
0. Pretty Things Before A Sad Summer
A spider—orange heart on his round back and green spots below his eyes; sitting on the electrical box by the soccer field. Weaving, building his tunnels like he has decided to live there forever. Watching the sunset sweep past each … Continue reading
In Hindsight
“The shirts,” he started, “have stubborn sleeves with rigid cuffs,” but none that the small boy could see. “This field used to have a wooden fence and a strip of dirt that ran from the pitcher’s mound to home, like … Continue reading
Hand in Hand with a Suitcase
As soon as the plane takes off, Helena has a fit of the giggles. It’s overwhelming. Like a cluster of hiccups pushing to break free. The man sitting next to her shoots her a look. He probably thinks she is … Continue reading
The Black Country
The boy’s grandfather came out of the stable dusting off his hands against his trousers. The sunlight that came into the yard was sprinkled with a fine haze of pale gold that hung around his head and there was the … Continue reading
Retreat
The woman sitting next to Alanna has a jade egg inside her vagina. Alanna knows this because the woman shared that information with the entire group. She shares too much. She is going on about how, sure, the point of … Continue reading
The Dune
Remember, you were eleven and there was that snowstorm. The Blizzard of ’66 was record setting: twenty-one inches. Snowdrifts two feet high and even higher mounts built up by the ploughs. It hit two days before winter break, closing school … Continue reading
Seven Bodies
Two nail-studded planks smashed into your eyes and you remembered how you once lived in seven different bodies. I. In one, you were a narrow ghost; your class seat could contain you. It was break time. Broken laughter … Continue reading
Insignia
Mangosteens have a star on the bottom that tells you how many wedges they contain. I give Michael a mangosteen with an eight-pointed star, which represents eight segments of fruit. Sergeant Paul gets five. When he did Cookhouse Duty yesterday, … Continue reading
Cardboard Box
There’s a cardboard box underneath my bed that’s been there since the first night I slept in it (the bed). The contents I continue to partially forget, starting with the llama paraphernalia from my semi-surprise 14th birthday party which ended … Continue reading
Five Hidden Facts for Home Maintenance
1.) Shingles. Like a flap of gashed flesh flailing in the wind, there’s a sizely patch of them loose just beside the dormer nearest the attic crawl space, where I lie. It’s a new house. So new that one wouldn’t … Continue reading
Yearning
Look at me. Look at my tired eyes and how its dark underparts hang like windchimes. Look how my eyebrows meet halfway and notice the scar on the left side of my upper lip when I give a nervous smile. … Continue reading
Eulogy
Build me a coffin from fragile trees and tall grass. Fill it with paper cranes and wild chrysanthemums. Float the lanterns we made at dusk and watch them burn after another. Weep with the willow lying at the riverbank, as … Continue reading
Home
I stand here like a sugar cane. Tall, golden and supposedly sweet. Thinking how I could turn back everything. The sun peeling my face like wild pineapple. Pulp water streaming down from the back of my ears. I wait. I … Continue reading
Strangers
They come in like air. Involuntarily. Intrusive. And there was life in the back of my eyes for a moment. Filled my lungs, my blood, my heart. Then they leave again. Voluntarily but expected. Leaving me restless and gasping for … Continue reading
Burning
I watched the embers escape from the bonfire like crimson fishes spiraling in hot air. It’s amazing how the fire shapeshifts and burns everything around it to keep its light. How desperate. How selfish. The outline of its faint halo … Continue reading
Island
Ardrossan. The ferry curving towards the jetty, leaving a wake of foam falling back into the sea. Pete fiddling with the bike rack. My old road bike next to his state-of-the-art carbon frame. It starts to rain, droplets needling my … Continue reading
Jamie’s Loss
November: 208 lbs. It began as a novelty, Jamie at thirty-six grabbing a handful of flesh from his side and waggling it at me. “Look at it jiggle!” he’d said, elated, as if the experience of obesity were a … Continue reading
One Way Ticket
I had been thinking, earlier, about transience. Not in a metaphysical way, but in relation to love. I’m not talking about short-lived romances or one-night stands. I’m talking about those brief encounters in life when you truly connect with another … Continue reading
This is the room
I grew up in, popped out the window screen of to sneak out of twice a week my second year of high school, hid my first bottle of tequila in; where I left that bottle in a suitcase in the … Continue reading
Mama Palma
Daithí “No, man. Really. I’m not kidding!” A noticeable number of eyes glanced in the direction of the doorway to acknowledge the spike in his voice. “Come on, then. Give it to me. Share the details,” I offered in a … Continue reading
The Story of a Nyala
The surgeon told me his wife had turned into a deer. I wished he could ask more about my brand-new gallbladder-free life, but he only skimmed through my incisions and said they looked fine. No, the foul odor I smelled … Continue reading
Something of a Ghost Story
I: Lips Like Sugar My life is defined by a series of bad decisions. Stacey was one. That’s a character flaw—always missing what is hidden in plain sight. After I left high school, Stacey took my project photos from Media … Continue reading
Strange Treasures in Gran’s Kitchen
My sister was like water drawn by the moon to slip quietly away. Our sleep was never disturbed by her soft tread down the stairs, to the front door with the rectangular piece of stained glass hiding a starless night. … Continue reading
While You Were Dreaming
I peeled a layer of you, physically. The yellowed, translucent film of an eye. Slipped it into a Ziploc made for a button. It was a start. And as this most intimate part of you—the part through which you experienced … Continue reading
The Valley
When I broke up with Paul, it was like waking up for the first time in five years. The way some addicts talk about their first days of sobriety. But addicts wake up and realize how thoroughly they ruined their … Continue reading
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