Mine are the unseen hands that fetch your morning chocolate. The porcelain cup floats your way, steam riding in its wake like a hopeful ghost, and voila, delicately alights upon…
You could see them in the morning, their tents pitched on opposite sides of the open grassy avenue that led up the hill from the parking lot to the sutlers’…
Mr. Fauntleroy slid against the birthing room door, crushing his hands against his face. More than any father in the world, he’d wanted to hear a piercing squall. His arms…
Eighty-two years later, Lady of Locks found herself in a memory she had been trying to forget as Bear stood in front of her cabin, wheezing and holding a cane.…
I. Twelve When Marie is twelve years old, her mother’s mother takes her to the French Quarter for Mardi Gras. “You need to see the glorious dead,” Mamáw tells her.…
Icarus chewed his McNuggets while checking the classifieds. He noticed his gimpy wing’s tip had settled into the sweet and sour sauce. Fuck, he thought. Swallowing the questionable, ground up…
My family is in the firefly business. I like watching them flit about in their fragile, glass containers. Their elongated, ochre bodies are tipped with ruby on the head, with…
“The King appointed a festival which was to last three days, and to which all the beautiful young girls in the country were invited, in order that his son might…
Baldomero Jiminez saw Jesus Christ since the age of four. The first time was in a plate of eggs and sesos. When he pointed the nose and beard out to…
In the summer, if something falls from the sky in North Dakota, most likely it’s going to be rain. But that day, water wasn’t the only thing that landed in…
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