January 1, 2018
Canto
2017 Kenyon Review Short Fiction Contest Runner-up Carolyn had forgotten her goddamn phone and was now waiting for the goddamn elevator doors to close, so she could return to […]
November 1, 2017
A Box from the Moon
Our move had been abrupt, and there’s a long story behind the short period of time that followed my husband’s being disciplined and then transferred. But we found this house […]
November 1, 2017
Fat Little Gods
The house Fidelia grew up in sat on wooden stilts and had warped floorboards that didn’t quite meet. Scraps of garbage were swept through the cracks to fall on the […]
November 1, 2017
But Right Now You Must Know More about Heaven
It was hard to say how old it was. It would depend on when it began. It would depend on when you started counting. It could have existed for a […]
September 1, 2017
The Long-Legged Girl
On the bathroom counter she’d come to hate (it was old, beige-flesh-toned Formica, with faint cracks you could not help mistake with a shudder of repugnance for loose hairs) the […]
September 1, 2017
Kindness
She’s in Phoenix at a cafe/gift shop inside the Greyhound Station, where she is supposed to be meeting her daughter who is late or maybe not coming or possibly dead. […]
September 1, 2017
We Not Die
Philadelphia Academy of Fine Arts North American Rockwell International Fellowship, 1957-58 Prospective Fellow Essay—To Be Completed in English Please explain in the space provided why you wish to come to […]
July 1, 2017
Slipping
By the time Keith reaches Marla’s Tavern, it is dark outside and the parking lot is full, but just thinking about a cold beer makes his mouth water, so he […]
July 1, 2017
Risk Management
Little got everything right. From the day she was hired, she was perfect. The filing, the phones, the calming of patients made hostile by tooth pain: there was nothing she […]
July 1, 2017
Idols of the Cave
You’re on trial facing a court-martial, years in prison, and maybe execution because villagers in Afghanistan’s Bamiyan Valley told the government that the Taliban had returned and forced them out […]
July 1, 2017
Door to Door
Daisy was the middle sister. She was in charge of bad ideas. Jennifer, the eldest, was tasked with revising and developing these bad ideas. Ena, the youngest, simply did what […]
May 1, 2017
LK-32-C
for L. Day 2 The ship mom told me I had an hour to gather up my things, then it was time to go. This was yesterday. “Are you ready […]