I catch my grandmother looking at me in the reflection of the overhead mirror. We’ve been driving in the golf …
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Falling to Bits
I masturbated mindlessly to the violence on the screen. It was a report of some tragic bombings somewhere far away …
In the Absence of Your Father
I – Scratch & Whip
Your father taught you how to overcome boredom by taking you to the racetrack. On …
Caretaker
She fed it gum wrappers and used tampons.
Sure, this was odd, but it was an amicable arrangement.
The tampons, …
Her Favorite Colors
You can probably picture the little nowhere town of Westfield, New Hampshire, with its trailer parks, abandoned factories and half-empty …
Woman Behind Glass
She was not afraid to walk beneath the towering structures of dinosaur bones, held together by wire that was made …
Synaesthesia
Kathryn’s eyes made little plops as she dropped them, one by one, into the toilet. They sank to the bottom …
The Long Walk Home
The dropship thunders into the troposphere, leaving sickly yellow chemtrails in its wake and rattling the transparisteel ceiling above me.…
Enough Blue
R. lived in Ö-, a town curled round a sparkled bay, a convergence of sun-gilt windows and foam-blue walls. At …
Saxy Beast
He left early – packed while she was at work, as agreed; moved boxes to an unknown locale. She pretended …
