“There was a full moon that night,” Smith said, “so we didn’t go outside.” # # # By the time Jake had finished with his photographs and...

I mostly just want to talk about this one Mountain Goats song. It came out pretty recently, but I’ve listened to it a hundred times...

Bowling is like anything else; when you get a little drunk you become much better at it. The rule of thumb is you go with a bowling ball...

1) Discuss the theme of butterflies. What do they represent? 2) What does this story tell us about the role soup/gender/usury plays in...

*** Illegal Activity on Mayberry Street Last Tuesday, Mrs. Frobisher and her alleged lady friends broke up an illegal parade of wild...

We saw each other at the grocery store – then a few hours later, at the same cafe. Riding the bus home, there she was again. She sat next...

In walks a Van Gogh salesman, and not the sunflower kind. “No starry nights neither,” he winks at Jen and me as we sit there. Like...

It was no surprise to Dharti that the pedicure would go awry. Being made of solid earth created a habit of clogging drains. Ankle deep in...

It will be dead soon. Poached slowly in sun warmed plastic, steam droplets suspended inches above the waterline, like chandelier pendants...

“The air’s so thick tonight.” The taxi driver shouts, head twisted towards her, turning the steering wheel with one hand, veering out...

Elijah is next to climb into the baptistry tank, the kind of tank you would see at a carnival that dunks your obnoxious sister, or dorky...

We’re stuck in the drive-thru screaming at each other. Your window’s down ready to order while I fail to hide my wet-sob face from the...

It wasn’t the venom he spit through his contorted lips that shocked me the most. No, it was the speed at which it all happened. At first,...

“Help me Jesus” Lone whispers from the outhouse where he hides amongst the doodlebugs, the cobwebs and the glucose tracks of slugs. He...

She had a Nose; it was her inherited gift, her genetic curse; scents made their way through her nostrils, to her palate, tongue, throat....

My older brother and I were brought up in constant intoxication-fueled chaos. And as siblings with traumatic upbringings often do, we...

Don't write a story about a ball rolling down a hill. —Workshop adage A ball that is my life is rolling down a hill. The hill, I suppose,...

The dragonflies were out in hundreds, flying erratically along invisible paths of sharp and surprising angles. She sat and watched them...

Dinner was over, the plates were collected, and the waiter asked if we wanted to see the dessert menu. I couldn’t manage another bite,...

After the third interruption, I lost my train of thought again. “It must have been a lie,” my mother quipped. Why the hell would I lie...