Ted and Alice keep a closet full of faces. They hang on little hangers next to shirts and trousers and skirts and blouses. The arrangement makes getting ready for work…
The woods had been dead for who knows how long. Left behind were tree trunks that rose into colonies of black branch, brush on the forest floor that was orange…
They came today. Not with a grand entrance, they didn’t need one. The Rodadora didn’t feel entitled: they simply took what was theirs, and it all belonged to them. The…
Once upon a time there was me, a girl from Paris who likes bread and butter and traveling. I like more than that, but those are three of my favorites.…
The reporters describe me as a spoiled eccentric. They’re in my husband’s pocket. In truth, I live in my own private prison. For irony’s sake, it’s an elegant prison: the…
The notice arrived sometime this morning. It lay on the scuffed parquet floor for hours before Fay could muster the courage to open it. With the support of anonymous neighbors,…
Outside the entrance to the Underworld, the vendors were making a brisk business. They sold rings with pomegranate seeds for jewels, stoppered bottles with water from three sacred rivers, twists…
He feels the creaking in his aged knees as he ascends the steps onto the porch upon his return from a walk that had found him, despite the autumn rain,…
There is the story of the boy who awoke one morning to discover on his stomach a viral sprouting of tiny televisions. The story of the Benevolent Jubilance, who before…
You first see him through your patio window. Had you not been staring into the street, watching the minivans and compact cars zip past, gazing for minute after minute, you…
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