Category: Fiction

This Glass Box

My mother is known for throwing lavish parties and not wearing underwear. We have morning glories that crawl up our living room pillars.

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Windowpanes

“Did the pulsating breadth of her todays and tomorrows eclipse her yesterdays?”

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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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Twenty Years On

“I was a swimmer in the night. The moon on my face, I dove off rocks and cliffs. I swim in my dreams and they sound like the breaths of fish past my face.”

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Lower East Side

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

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175 Centimeters

“Click. Click. Click.”

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Family Bones

A fiction piece reflecting on how to cope with impending loss.

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ship of theseus

The story of a love affair upon the sea.

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Will Be Gone

In this fiction piece, a daughter navigates her family’s grief and theater production after the death of her brother.

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Four Paragraphs

Sections excavated from short stories going nowhere.

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The First Sentence

Returning to a moment before memory.

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The Last Accident of a Life

There was a bit of marinara sauce spilled out on the counter in a cluster of islands. Four blotches of red, decreasing in size and arcing away from the stovetop like Hawaii. The sauce was cold and was slowly drying … Read More

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