On Wednesdays, we pound wine. By six o’clock, my wife and I are three or four glasses deep six depending on who you ask), as we lie in...

Wednesday. A day. Not unlike the middle class and its acceptance of subpar success. A perfectly overlooked day in the strictest sense....

We sat in our rooms with the new Violent Femmes cassette tape, rewinding the part where Gordon Gano sings about why he can’t get just one...

Yesterday sadness hit me in the condiment aisle, my cart still empty save the unseasonal raspberries I will forget in the fridge, watch...

May awoke with a start in the middle of the night and felt a presence—a shadow, something—looming beside her bed. She clicked on the lamp...

The lure of the footlights drew him here and taught him to befriend himself. The gently sloping stairway to stardom kept him here....

Of course, she was an artist. Of course, she was a writer too. Kyp could tell that by the way she pirouetted around the office pulling...

He turned into the lot and parked in the back where the trees offered privacy and he backed in so the view to the building’s entrance was...

The Witches swoop around the downstage lip of the stage. One leans close enough to smell the sweet tea on her breath. My wife bought us...

Ann presents with tenderness in the mandibular and a new spring haircut. The clinical exam and radiographs reveal no decay or obvious...

Spent Sunday morning fucking a hot guy and we were exhausted by sex and uppers and all-night drinking, and he said, ‘what’ll we do?’ so...

milo lathers me in faux bravery as if it won’t flake from my epidermis the moment they turn their head. for them, i will wad up my dread...

Mary Alden sits on the futon, next to her dead body, with her eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “I used the scythe to extract the soul from...

Old man Clancy needed a good scare. When Teddy walked past his house to the school bus, Clancy spit in his hair. He called the cops when...

As a child, Bella had watched them through the kitchen window, her mother dipping and spinning to Are You Lonesome Tonight, one round and...

It’s Midnight and Cinderella’s still dancing. The Prince missed a couple of steps in surprise. But so what if she’s no longer in formal...

The third person to walk by outside yells, “It’s the bird’s garden!” before turning away. While it may be the bird’s garden, the baby is...

Blasted by winds of silent rage, this would be nothing less than a tsunami. No trees left standing. The Northeastern constricted...

From the street, the house doesn’t ooze the unhappiness she had always believed it would. She sits in the car – fingertips drumming on...

Amid the solemnity of Qingming, I ventured up the mountain, a lone pilgrim on a path of remembrance. Winding upwards, the trail was a...