I don’t like the way my wife eats toast. I tell her this because it’s important. I say no rush, babe! Slow down the frantic crunching!...

Birds on a Bus The guy behind me squawks at his seat mate. "I used to live just over there until my wife tried to knife me and I got put...

I never knew they were so vulnerable, energetic little tykes. All I’d ever heard is how mischievous and resilient they are. The tiny...

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...

My father played guitar at night. Sometimes, I’d peek out my bedroom door to listen. He’d sit in an old velvet chair, his guitar like a...

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

Hold tight. Let go. Paper cuts. Finger pricks. Knuckles jam. Bones smash. Muddy nails. Palms on an oak burl. Dandelion yellow. White snow...

For the icebreaker activity at the workshop we have to introduce ourselves to the group by imagining that our life is summed up in a...

When the self-driving vehicle was in a bad accident but still in drivable condition, it selfishly bypassed the local hospital on its way...

We cocooned ourselves in our sleeping bags, still high from the marshmallows and campfire smoke, seeking warmth from polyester fiber...

Content Warning: Suicide/Death 13th of October 1989 was the day mum vacuumed the Lego. I remember the date, because it was the day after...

Why such an intelligent-looking physically strong young guy is behind the counter selling sandwiches at the airport? When I ask him to...

Elixir He took the pills dutifully. She thought they were cyanide. Turned out to be Cialis. She decided to give the old bastard a second...

We have slipped on ice and toys. We have slipped out of our clothes, dog tired at the end of the day. We have slipped an extra tablet...

Bad News You seen them boys before? You know the ones, those three boys from the borough of Queens who pedal down the street machine-gun...

I selected a table as if I were buying it, cleared a lipsticked memento of a previous meeting, held onto my phone. Stared through a...

Robot baby is put in a crib at night. It bows, bows, bows under Robot baby’s weight. In the dark, Robot baby glows like a lonely firefly....

Technically speaking, it is night. However, despite the chronological truth of the statement (a quick glance at his watch offers the...

A writing program would’ve whipped me into shape. I wouldn’t be so damn flabby. My stories wouldn’t start in the wrong place, right at...

I am a rational human, he says, tapping his chest. My eyes follow his fingers. I think, what does it mean then, that I am not? I had...