I find that, in the end, all apartments are the same. In our nondescript living room, my boyfriend Andrew and I watch a film about Nikola...

“I—am—so—sorry,” she says to me. Each word is a pause, a breath, a gift. Gifts that I no longer expected, but still wanted. I want us to...

Tantan chacha swore on Brahma that the doctor had installed Chinese nuts for his old ones. The amicable neighborhood blacksmith could be...

They had spent a week digging the shaft, building a derrick of four beams, each crossing seventy-feet high, snarled with ties and braces...

The first time we met, I was extremely turned on, but also really confused. That’s what happens when you meet a hot ghost. “Hi,” I said....

When I was five, I found myself in the backseat of my stepfather's VW Bug as we hurried to the hospital. My stepfather was in the front...

They found us in the hot tub. Naked. Yulia had the place to herself. They left for the weekend but her mom got sick and they came home...

I envied her. I wanted to be her. I wanted her house, her clothes and her car. I had a house, clothes and a car but hers were better....

Image titled "Honeycomb" by Britt Freda. Courtesy of Britt Freda. He was there to clean the ashes. His clingy orange bodysuit was...

“Alexa has an Italian accent.” ​ Ted turned off the hair drier. “An option when I downloaded her artificial intelligence upgrade, free...

the morning is hot. perspiration covers the barren ground. gray clay blotched with umber and burnt sienna is sanded with quartz grains....

Before the AIDS vigil, a stranger showed me how to poke a hole in the bottom of the paper cup and slowly slide the candle through so the...

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