The heavy door opens, and I check in. Someone pats me down. When they finish, I put my keys, my wallet, and my Chapstick back in my...

I am not ready, but you drag me into the light anyway. You are gentle, and for this I am grateful. You treat me with respect. You fold my...

The Walther P22 in Carl Peltier’s glove compartment isn’t the same gun his father used. That was the P38, heavier by a pound and forever...

When I originally wrote this story and sent it to a magazine I thought might be interested, I got it back with the note they rejected it...

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

Eddie says things must change between us, that they can’t be as before. “Because I’m not here anymore, not really.” He has tried to...

It’s April and it’s not yet sunrise and there’s a sudden screaming on the pond that makes me fall right off the bed (I don’t know why,...

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

Refectory, Priory of St. Pancras Lewes We cross the parquet floor to the two long rows of tables The hems of our robes hush the floor We...

Roaring applause. Roaring applause. Roaring applause. Roaring applause. Roaring applause. Roaring As applause. Roaring As we applause....

People die every day. That’s what I kept telling myself anyway—anything to explain why we put Lisa in the ground this morning, why a...

I Today I intend to document how the middle-aged, physically fit and balding Tully Lieberman lived in a house on the very edge of the...

When she emerged from the elevator, he was surprised to see that she was alone. Usually, she was with her husband, on the way to a book...

I’ve got the number on Lou. I can tell you his routine, his habits, how and when he laughs and who he spends his time with (no one) and...

“Ugh.” I don’t know what woke me up just now, but my head feels like there’s an overweight clown with leaden boots performing cartwheels...

I was lucky to survive sixth grade. It was the same year the Plaza de Toros Monumental was demolished just across the border. It was a...

Three roads lead out of Nome, Alaska. We’ve tried all three, dead-ending in Eskimo villages and endless miles of tundra. So what now? ...

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...

Heads bowed low before a stainless steel grotto, a dozen silent men await the resumption of time as measured against more than cigarettes...