Category: Fiction

Hey, Sweet Annie

“He closed his eyes. Should he be praying right now? He wasn’t sure. He forgot to think about this part.”

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Where the River Narrows

” ‘There are four ways to get into Narrows,’ Grandpa once said, leaning back in a rocking chair in his Colorado living room. ‘Two’ Grandma countered. ‘One across the bridge, one along the railroad tracks where you turn right.’ ‘There are four ways,’ he insisted, ‘but it took me twenty years to find them all.’ “

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I Still Feel Like I Am Dead

“I wonder if he dreams at all, at this point. I hope his dreams are nice.”

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Teeth

“He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”

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Nothing On the Inside

“It all stopped, very suddenly, for Robert Bailey, just before his 31st birthday. One moment he was thinking, remembering things, talking silently and invisibly in his head—in other words, he was altogether active, interiorly speaking, and then it stopped.”

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Stieglitz

He’s old, Stieglitz is, when I’m looking at this photograph in my dining room. It’s one hundred and forty-three years since he was born, but he’s still hunched over his desk in his little, crowded gallery like he was when … Read More

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Over-Love

Until the February of his eleventh year, Joseph Cohen felt an inordinate kind of sympathy for all earthly things he encountered, even—and in some moods, especially—for inanimate objects.

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Antibody

“Disconnecting from my warring fingers, I hang in a space that belongs to neither fingers nor eyes.”

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Oxygen Holocaust

Photosynthesis is a sexually transmitted disease.

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Gushman

I told the army that my father was abusing my mother and that I had to stay home to protect her. This girl whose job it was to check out these kinds of things arrived at our apartment. It was … Read More

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Lower East Side

“In line with his nature, he broke up with me too politely.”

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First, Nothing

“Let yourself age. Let time press through your skeleton like water, dribbling through your pores, let it sing right through your bones…”

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