The man dove his fork into a sea of spaghetti, twirled a fat skein, slurped the wet tails that uncoiled in transit. “Dry cleaning,” the...

A song about soaking in the sun plays over the loudspeakers. I wait in the aisle with the wrists braces and heating pads and watch the...

On the last day I saw her, Reed snuck me a picture. I don’t know how she had one. They’d taken everything from our old lives away. Reed...

The Clown King finds herself next in a city where people spontaneously combust into a flurry of confetti. Cherry-blossom pink and white,...

Late afternoon heat makes a jungle of the canal. Curtained by purple Himalayan balsam, carpeted with sulphur yellow water lilies. The...

I sit, You sit, We sit. You’re talking, I’m listening. I can clearly see your lips moving and I can hear the individual words you’re...

When I think about the day we met our daughter, I can only recall how much my stomach hurt. I had spent a better part of that morning...

October, seven months after the world stopped, I walk the path by heart. To my left, the river reflects a chalk blue sky as leaves ripple...

We’re walking down a narrow alley when the people on the balconies above us begin to applaud. Not sure why we might be so entertaining,...

They start innocuous, as playful mispronunciations of my surname. I blink and the interactions have escalated to being pinned against a...

…the man and the woman live without speaking. They’ve turned their attention elsewhere. In the spare room, the woman feeds calciworms to...

The Combustión Lenta chile is a little bomb I swallowed when I was 23 and still absolutely positive I’d live forever, or at the very...

CW: death/suicide. A bird of flame. A beast of heat. Mythical and magical with a dash of elegance. The Phoenix soars the open skies on a...

There’s a bovine fly on the screen-door, ripe as a gooseberry and glistening with blood. Mercy ignores the white-noise buzz, cuts the...

I tasted summer on her lips. Cotton candy, chapstick, cherry Coke with rum. Her hands met the shorelines of my hips and I was done for. I...

My father told me if I wanted to catch fish I had to think like a fish except he said it with an r like frish and an extra s and h like...

In the mornings, they step on the rotten branches of her used-to-be vegetable garden and sneak their beaks into the holes within them;...

Snip. Onomatopoeia. Except, when you are an amateur attempting to cut hair for the first time, it sounds more like: Sss-nn-iii-p. No,...

The funeral home I worked at began as an anomaly. Before Sweet Services popped up at the corner of the town’s only intersection, funeral...

“Don’t be shy,” she says. “I’ve got a surprise for you!” You are six, and Medzmama is sitting on that big woven carpet with the cranes...