I remember the time when everyone had to wear red shirts. It was a forced fashion, to be sure. Heavy. Enslaving. Enchanting. I remember watching the queen throw shirts on…
On Monday, I will wake at eight o’clock, brush my teeth, make chocolate chip pancakes from scratch. I will put the dishes in the dishwasher without rinsing them, and they…
There are trees, certainly. Great, tall, pale trees like the leg bones of long-dead giants that once walked the earth. Femurs left standing with no body to carry. And there…
It was never his idea to go to the wood. It was never his idea to do anything. He was at the back of the pack; he knew where he…
On Herkimer Street in Buffalo in 1974, elementary schoolgirls plod in plastic boots lined with bread bags. The blondes wear white coats with red, poppy patterns. The brown-haired girls wear…
As soon as the applause fades, Guillermo takes a seat center stage in front of the Tower Theater audience in downtown Fresno; he is doing a Q&A with a local…
The psychic is tired of tarot and seances. She needs the visceral certainty that only comes with physical means, so she ignores her nausea as she leans over the first…
You might be tempted by versatility: the 5-in-1 contouring stick, the double-sided lip gloss. You might be tempted by practicality: face wipes, dry shampoo, a very tiny compact in a…
The girl worries about her family’s bones. How wolves will surface them to be scattered about the forest floor. She can picture them, packed, slavering beneath a howling moon. Lam’s…
Is this what you really want, really? Is this, finally, what you want to be: a dainty foot stepping out of a dainty carriage, a night of stars like diamonds…
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