If I listen closely, I can sometimes pick out the high-pitched whiz that grand pianos and Acme anvils make when they fall from the sky....

When we took the Uber home from the cemetery this afternoon, I thought of that holiday we had in Lisbon with you and Mum. We were sitting...

The crayons are hard to write with. They catch and drag on the walls. I want the red crayon, red, but it keeps breaking and my hand hurts...

Remember Charlie Bischman? Ponytail science geek, used to watch us from the bleachers? Well, Stacie, guess who drunk-dialed me in August?...

Tulips on Mars I. Closing Me and Kiefer were closing the shop when Bossman called to say we better clean up extra good since Aero Puffs...

You wake to your husband’s fingernails digging into your shoulder blade. Swallow a wince as Jimmy squeezes the skin on your back. He...

I knew my father was in the hospital for a long time, and I knew we visited, but I didn’t remember any of it. I didn’t remember the...

Peri glared at her husband before answering my question. “I always hated that dog. He loves that stupid dog more than me.” Hades...

It’s cold on your cheek as you wake up, unsure of where you are and hungover, vomit crusted on your shirt and an HK MP5 a few feet from...

It’s Monday mornin’ ‘an yer in ’t wash ’ouse dippin’ an’ wringin’ linen when I come to find you. You ignore me e’en though I’m standin’...

It was going to be a dark and stormy night. Watching the clouds roll across the horizon, I anticipated a crack from the thunder that was...

Storm clouds bruise the sky with flashes of forked lightning, highlighting the depth and power of the approaching gale. Around us the air...

“Black with two teaspoons of raw sugar. I want it hot. I mean fire hot. I don’t want it to be that lukewarm crap this place serves us. I...

America 101:  The big mansion the marriage broker raved about in Chennai turns out to be a one-bedroom apartment with linoleum flooring...

We were hitting our stride this Saturday morning, bodily rhythms in sync. Then came the first thud: a strange knocking from somewhere at...

All roads to Foulpuddle are dead ends. The sooner this dump is swallowed up by the sea, the better. So dull, even migrating birds don’t...

…for I have sinned. My last confession was over a year ago. Since then I’ve committed a myriad of sins. When I drink I tend to gossip,...

I was sitting in a deckchair, taking the last rays of the evening, they’re the best ones, coming in under the ozone layer at the end of...

Because we don’t know how to lose Because we don’t know how to lose we lie in bedrooms feet splayed against ice cream tinted walls, pink...

I could show you a photo, but it wouldn’t tell you about the green, sick smell of the rotted glue of the peeling wallpaper, black mold...