Fiction
The Encroachment of Waking Life
The man in the fur hat warned me things might be different after we crossed the time barrier—that my presence might confound, even frighten those who’d forgotten me.
“As soon as you agree to soup.”: Excerpts from Erin McGraw’s ‘Joy’
“We need more soft bedding; everything now is hopelessly stained. We need better antiemetics. We need a miracle, and somebody to say so. It’s not going to be him.”
Con Suerte He Will Sleep Another Hour
Her mother had never curved a cool hand around Marilinda’s cheek and promised, Mijita, your life will be swollen with love.
The Cost of Dehaunting
“I don’t believe in ghosts, but you have a reputation for helping troubled properties.”
Tell Me What You Think of Me
I knew how these small moments could accumulate over time, threading back to one another, changing how you behaved in the world.
How to Move Through the Dark
The day the women left, Clary followed her mother to the water’s edge. She would’ve followed her under, too, if the other daughters hadn’t been there to hold her back.
If You Don’t Mind the Drowning
There are times you have legs. Mostly, you do not. You smile with teeth grown sharp from gnawing at chains that refuse to release.
Cactus City
Floating on her back, she imagines what’ll happen if she starts bleeding right then and there.
Sky Held Up by a Thousand Minarets
On this train ride back to his beginnings, Shettima’s mind overtook the train to another river in his memory, a river long and meandering as his days.
My Ex and My Ex-Chicken
I started to wonder how the hell she’d found me after all these years, but I was starting to realize that any chicken with the amount of determination I was seeing now would hardly be deterred from tracking me down.