You pop your cherry on top of a cliff at sunset, with a rainbow shooting from the roof and a cream soda tingling in its can on the... more
The first time I got in trouble for telling the truth it was a Monday when I was seven and my teacher asked us... more
Bridget stands close to the speakers, too close, feels the bass of them pound through her chest, a drumbeat, a makeshift... more
He was on the TV again. That pudgy-faced man strutting up and down the stage. Preaching about the downfall of the species.... more
The Obituary of Alexey P.
Alexey P. is startled to find his obituary in the... more
The sky burned down last week. The ground is still covered in the charred remains of clouds and bird feathers,... more
We'd survived the rope bridge, the dangling, the torn muscles in Miriam's shoulders. We'd survived and dusted off our... more
This girl asks me to hold her baby while she goes to the bathroom. We met just this second at the library.... more
In Russia there are so many Russians! It’s like one of those neighborhoods where a bunch of Russians live, but way... more
A man on the blue line inbound from Wonderland scratches a lottery ticket. He stands, holding it cupped in his palm like a compass,... more
Outside, it’s raining fishes. The clouds are as black as cauldrons and tree branches are collapsing from the weight... more
The drought has been going on for so long that there's a separate number to call for grass... more
Jed needed beer. It was late and we had driven by three closed liquor stores. I had a sore throat. I said we should just go... more
We figure the leaves will find a way back into the house, where they take more than their share of furniture. The smell of ruin... more
Mutiny is the last I remember. being pitched over. only to awaken here. drowning in an Aeron chair. typing my own ransom memo for... more
I am a fifty foot and two inch panda monster. It’s time for my sacrifice. If it’s not there, then it’s time to rampage through... more
A waterslide in the middle of the ocean’s a big project. I mean, it’s a pretty enormous project. It was the board of... more
1. The Netherlands 0 – Argentina 16
July 18, 1978 World Cup Final
The Dutch side were... more
We were in the middle of an epidemic of extrasensitive hearing. We walked around with our ears swollen and red, or... more
Since Cape of Good Hope
Terry was here with the AIDS people, but I was just visiting. I didn’t know I needed a break until the... more
In the old yard adjacent the high school sat a green-metal box that housed an emergency generator. At least we always said it... more
The beach is crowded and a handful of other vacationers see it: a flash of white just past the waves, then overturned quickly; a dark... more
I bought secondhand hunting attire that I only wore around the house. You corrected me when I called our apartment a house. We howled... more
A 400-page collection of poems in fours sections: Nicki Minaj Songs, Bob Dylan Songs, Elliott Smith Songs, and 90s Riot Grrrls Songs.
FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!
Saul Stories is a linked collection that explores the relationships between a forty-year-old female artist, her teenaged daughter, and her daughter's friends. With ferocious realism, the book interrogates how children of differing classes and races are treated in the U.S., and the salacious and skeptical ways the current culture views cross-generational friendships. But most potently—in narratives taking place in Denny's and movie theatres and living rooms and cars—Saul Stories wonders what it means to be a woman and an artist and a mother, all at once.
