Fiction
Autumn 1985
Pounding the Dog
We are very much like the dead,” Mary tells me, “except that we have the use of our senses.” She is kneading Polish sausage meat with her bare hands. Clouds […]
Fiction
Summer 1984
Lulu’s Boys
On the last day that Lulu Lamartine spent as Henry’s widow, her boys were outside drinking beers and shooting plastic jugs. Her deceased husband’s brother, Beverly, was sitting across from […]