Category: Fiction

Le Lapin

Ruth is anxious to meet baby sister. Yet a chance encounter with a strange magician and his rabbit render the future anything but predictable.

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The Ghost Sex

Reliving what could have been.

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Michael Sard Was Here

A short story.

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Welcome to WolfWorld

There’s only wolves and people left.

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An Interception

That long diagonal, from Point A to Point B, also happened to contain Point Me, somewhere in between.

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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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Jackal at the Shrine

Fiction, on raising the dead.

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Psych Ward Memoirs

When I catch sight of my stitches in periphery, I think they are hairs growing out of my wrist, like black wiry hairs growing out of a mole or on the jaw lines of women. Then I think of Marie, … Read More

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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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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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On Wisdom (and) Teeth

“A Sunday slumber turned October tastes like cider mixed with tahini.”

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