Category: Fiction

Where the River Runs

A speculative fiction piece exploring a world after patriarchy and life beside a river made of metal.

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Arm and a Leg

My little sister has this disease that makes all of her limbs fall off.

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My Sweet Galatea

A fictional author’s delusion creates and clings to the perfect woman.

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Raise the Lid

“I was playing loud jazz in J Street.”

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Three and One

A story.

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Snapshots of a Cyclical Life

“A Persian, an American, a Russian, and a Frenchman walk into a bar—”

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Jane’s Addiction

“She saw eyes that enjoyed staring, ears that indulged in eavesdropping, and a mind that ruthlessly analyzed what her senses discerned. She saw hands that took these findings and selected food accordingly, cut food accordingly, chewed food accordingly.”

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Bedwaters

“He knew that feeling, his lungs filling up with the glycerin-like fluid of a new day, and himself gargling and grasping for regular air, the air in his bed, the air with the windows closed. He felt small, and had tried imagining other people’s windows, but felt weird because he couldn’t comprehend the number of windows in the world.”

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Stars That Are Fish

“Starfish, whose name marry the sky and the sea – the opposite ends of the world, also have in them a
bit of both: the practical will to live of fish, as well as the saintly detachment of stars.”

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Monticello

The meadow was farther than Turner remembered. In the growing night he was also different than I remembered, also more distant, a little less defined.

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River House, Part 2

The continuation of a tale of fish and memory.

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Reuse, Recycle, Recover

Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.

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