Short Story
Living with the Dead in Placentia, CA
Oftentimes, the dead leave town. Olga thinks the dead leave because they find there is no place for them.
What Is It About a Dyke at Summer Camp?
When a girl Miss-Mary-Macks with you, it’s like you share a birthday for a full breathless sixty seconds.
Erie
The plan was to seal themselves inside for as long as they needed to—until the world stopped burning, until it was safe.
The Astronomers
One day, Brian would dissolve into the atmosphere and not come back. One day, this room, our home, our love, would no longer be able to contain him.
The Year It Poured
Houses were flooded, roofs were carried away in the wind…And a month before that, the condoms in my father’s wardrobe mysteriously disappeared.
Your Book Reading
“Hello, [a mispronounced version of your name], pleased to meet you.”
Hotel La Plantación
They like flirting with local women. When they’re satisfied with the season, they catch a plane and go back to gringolandia.
There Is No Human Resources Department at the Candy Cooperative
The bubbly letters were both a direction and a justification for the lines of people who shelled out $37.50 for a forty-five-minute “experience” at “the sweetest place on earth.”
Solitude Is a Human Presumption
Why can’t we imagine, just for the sake of argument, that a joyful spirit leaves some of themselves behind—an echo of joy in a place they once loved?