I require. I require my son’s life, no, a dozen of them so eleven can be smashed in the carton and still I will have him. My son...

Every morning, all around the world, people woke up and promised to change their lives, but they never actually went through with it...

The wedding was arranged for the middle of summer, four months before the baby was due, in a small country town in a large empty state...

for the sounds of ordinary things manhandled with too much force. Relentless, yet sporadic thwok bumf sclitch drundun percussion of...

SOT / Begin Again / Taliban Dreams

What if I’d read The Bluest Eye before Huck Finn or The Underground Railroad before Gone with the Wind or The House on Mango Street...

Tucked away in the university’s bowels, he toils away in thermal paper dreams masquerading as headstones of campus dining events...

Everyone was antsy, sitting on the front porch, the kids picking at the chipped paint with the toes of their sneakers...

When I was younger, I stood on a mountain of pillows with a brave decision to swallow a whole finger. My father insulted me because...

We have packed it away in the dark of the messiest closet of mind to be lost in the wrack of remembrance...

Our first night in the new house, we hear creaking that sounds a lot like footsteps, but that vanishes before we can really worry...

It came to pass that I was asked to assist the executor of a modest last will and testament. The problem was that I had become intimately...

“Death Sentence: Poetry Consolation II” is a poem constructed by artificial intelligence algorithms based on the prison writings...

how can it be as the mind moves the tongue moves somewhere near the flock a falcon is (the flock loses no information) How can it be...

Rob had appeared before, in other lives, to other people. He was no stranger to their feelings, he was not far away from their minds...

I was walking my dogs in this great park in a bad part of town. It was beautiful in its own dilapidated kind of way like nature had...

Moments before the shooting started, Norah shifted in the worn seat pad of the universal machine, a seat set for a much larger person...

Everyone who enters sees his mess. That’s where the minotaur unloads his waste. He never asked to be or be grotesque. Everyone who...

“You look like death. Go the fuck home.” We were a Greek chorus telling him, forming a ring around the newly anointed manager as we...

“I mean, he didn’t really die,” I told the policeman, sitting next to him on top of a towel I’d just used to dry off from the shower...