Short Story
Class, What Do We Know About the President?
What is dramatic about wanting to protect ten kids from the bullshit of the world? Just ten. That’s all I want.
The Wedding After the Bomb
Somewhere far away, someone made a call, someone in power said yes to violence, and our friends would never get to see our friends say yes to love.
Shlomo and Fanya
The girl, a matchmaker, asked to see Shlomo’s hand. Reaching from her coat pocket, she pressed a tarot card-sized photo into his palm.
Unbecoming Behavior at the St. Agnes Fair
He always smelled like fabric softener exhaust from the laundromat down our block: like blue bottles of Downy and Saturday nights, when Mami would blow dry my hair straight with dollops of Dippity-Doo.
Forever Atlas with a Balloon
What does a melon dream about as it bathes in tendrils of rainwater, wishing to be invisible?
The Giant
It was here that Dad told me the story. I didn’t know where the story had come from, or how long he’d carried it inside him.
Skin Hunger
She, too, often felt she would die if she went without physical contact. She worried sometimes that this meant she was becoming one of them.
If You’re Waiting for a Sign
April says the people at church don’t talk to us because they’re motherfuckers.
You Do You
She updates the simple bio on her dating profile: “looking for nothing serious. I am really into knives. Really, really into knives, ask me about it.”
Venus Conjunct Saturn
Maybe it wasn’t that Angie wanted to break things off with Kate; she just didn’t know enough to decide if she wanted to keep going.