Category: Fiction

Ice Cream for Two

“I remember thinking, wow, isn’t this so picturesque, isn’t this so magnificent, isn’t this so exquisite.”

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Godless

“The smell of age-old dust rushes towards you, as you look and imagine how many were forgiven for their trespasses. Against whom?”

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Solstice Day

“Even the men, titillated by the brown bags of charcoal, pocketed their lighters and followed her instructions.”

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Proud, Lifeless, And Very Much Clean

“He is desperate for his dinner, too hungry to say hello, … he laments his work, his employer, his cold-footed commute, … he grinds his teeth at our rationed mutton and yet—the frugal bastard—gives me nothing, nothing, not a penny to spare.”

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He Liked to Think He Was an Island

He often liked to think that he was an island, oceans away from the troglodytes of the continent…

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Silent Dawn

“The early afternoon lured more cars on the road. The drive to home because slower and slower. The air was dewy with heat and silence, and they all say boiling in the hot, stinking sun.”

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Before, Maury

Philadelphia, 1962. “Dirty beatnik,” he muttered under his breath. Maurice Povich sat with his roommate on the balcony outside his dorm at the University of Pennsylvania. It was the night before graduation, and Al decided to light up a joint. … Read More

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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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Faking Wes Anderson

“The editor of Analecta, the official literary and arts journal of the University of Texas at Austin, was flipping through some old volumes when she came across the writings of former UT student and current filmmaker Wes Anderson. Published in … Read More

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Feelies

My mother and I returned to the Tucson art museum because Rose Cabat’s daughter told us over the phone that the museum was selling Feelies not featured in the retrospective.

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Bells of Moscow

Coffee and painkillers made a formidable woman.

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Michael Sard Was Here

A short story.

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