Solo
Your hands swiped gently up at the sky as you named the constellations, each syllable a puff of white smoke into the cold. I could already see the faces our children would have.
I crawled out of the bed wearing my PJ top and these little Wonder Woman Underoos.
No need for physical pain. Abandonment, helplessness, let a man feel these, and it’s more than enough.
She said this was for my own good—if I was kept in the dark, I would never be afraid of it.
A couple years before I was born my mother took my four year-old brother and ran away, home to Massachusetts and her parents, where they holed up like fugitives.
He leaned back into his driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and waited to feel something for the dead man.
Some people like ideas, others like motion, some like one woman, others roam.
They are just everywhere, walking, rushing, running, toyi-toying, fists and machetes and knives and sticks and all sorts of weapons and the flags of the country in the air, Budapest quivering with the sound of their blazing voices: Kill the Boer, the farmer, the khiwa.
“Go home and pray to be forgiven,” she cried. “If you don’t pray now, you know what waits for you.”
Flash Fiction: If he feels pushed, he will turn into a bull, a storm.
Flash Fiction: Dossier No. X recovered from Interrogation Cell B of Sala-XX
In Malibu, there lived a beautiful old woman without a nervous system.
He takes her hand, careful to keep his eyes away from her dominant breasts, her full pouty lips, and they begin in the living room.
. . .I looked down at Omar’s pants to tear off his belt and realized that we were shrouded in such darkness, I couldn't see the buckle.
This story can’t get it’s tense together or it’s person, now. Has it even got its "its" right?
After my parents were divorced I fell in love with the ugliest girl in my white high school. This was what I believed—the love part, I mean; the ugly part was true.
American Nurse became our possession, the Party headquarters in Beijing told us, for only a week before Deng decided what to do with her
His father is more than twice her age but her eyes are pinned to his lips as he speaks to her in his fur-lined baritone.
He’s mopping at his pelvis with a wadded-up tissue, and then he’s mopping her up as well. Already the backs of her thighs are caking up.
I imagine what Janneke and Karin would say if they saw us together: Oh, she’s lost it now.
He liked how her odd mouth conjured surprise like a jack in the box. She liked how he used his bathtub as a closet.
And then he would knock on the door and my mother would answer and he would say to her, “This is no ordinary child. She understands.”
Demand for drugs was on the rise, and there was more pussy to be had than ever. Can you blame me for helping to move a little bit of both?
A member of the public complained that the settee was getting overheated. And he was right.
Occupy Northville has reached an impasse that only Death can solve — a one-act play.
“Tell me a story,” the bearded man sitting on my living-room sofa commands. The situation, I must admit, is anything but pleasant.
Guillermo kissed her and she was not afraid of his tongue and his hands on her body, and she wanted to stay with him all night, wanted to lie down on the wet earth, but he turned around and began walking back, pulling her behind him, and soon they were out on the road and the sound of the insects grew distant, and the trees no longer protected them from the stars.
As a writer of minor stature but much endurance, I submit now my application regarding my newest project, my life work, The Life Box.
Nelda didn’t know of anyone else turning thirty who’d never kissed a man. Her sister Maria said women who never made out with anyone were prone to a nervous condition in their old age.
There were big ones and small ones and medium-sized ones, blonde and brunette, and even bald ones…
What delighted me was watching how the sun changed my appearance. I spent nightly hours in the mirror, describing the new shades and hues of my face or arms to my martin, who was colorblind.
I was in the bathroom stall at the Armenian chicken place in Anaheim when I overheard Sarah say to her even more annoying friend Abeer at the mirror, where they were both putting on gobs of makeup, “I’m just going to kill myself, habibti, if I don’t make the triple axel at the championships next month.”
It had been such a small thing, the thing that made them split up, the thing she later cited as the reason she’d left him.
I lived my first three years in Korea, in my grandfather’s house in Seoul, before we moved to Truk, Hawaii, Guam, then Maine.
We went to a cafe I knew near the bookstore. I tried to please him by saying, they have excellent coffee here.