March 1, 2017
Black Lake and Sugar Cane Road
After I spotted a python climbing into her picnic basket and yelled out, I got chatting to a young woman down at Black Lake. She had a badly scarred face […]
March 1, 2017
Ishinomaki
The old man was filling sandbags and stacking them along the curb in front of his house. He had built a wall, a kind of low pyramid the length of […]
March 1, 2017
The Houses That Are Left Behind
One Sunday afternoon the intercom buzzed, just as I was setting out the things I needed to cook a meal for my husband’s children. I’d already set the table. I […]
March 1, 2017
Collision
There were several of them, each not much more than a few stones and a small hollow in the ground, and all high on the bank of a dry and […]
March 1, 2017
The Ghost Train
Lydia turns into Maree’s driveway just before midnight, flicks the headlights a couple of times to get her friend’s attention, and lights up a smoke as she waits. She gnaws […]
March 1, 2017
The White Line
To the left is a bent house, all punched in by the wind and sun and the cheap materials folding it from the inside. I know what the rooms look […]
January 1, 2017
He Comes to Feed the Horses
Sometime in the murky months you were dying, horses moved into the small, unshaded lot on the corner and spent all day curling and uncurling their penises. Sweat growing under […]
January 1, 2017
If There Is Need of Blessings
She pulled the nightgown over her head, and that was her costume. Hazel was a Child of God. The nightgown was long-sleeved and lace-trimmed. Blue stripes ran up and down, […]
November 1, 2016
Exit Wound
In the matted field beside the fairgrounds a young couple worked the idling cars. They had spray bottles and squeegees they lifted from a gas station, and the girl was […]
November 1, 2016
When in Bangkok
The morning after we landed in Bangkok, my father tossed some baht onto the restaurant table without counting it. Enough eating, he said. My sister and I stood immediately, still […]
November 1, 2016
Declaration of Dependence
Tell you what—I am going to sit here and keep on talking until it feels to me that what I have said has come to something finish-like or finished-like or […]
November 1, 2016
The Necrophiliac’s Almanac
Weather Outside, it rained. The necrophiliac sat in her office and gazed out the window overlooking the angel statue. The tip of the angel’s left wing had broken off years […]