Melissa and I have been together for almost a month, descending through the center of Australia from Darwin near... more
I came to the San Joaquin Valley to see the migratory ducks at California's San Luis National Wildlife Refuge. I found as... more
And then somebody said the magic word. Whale. It echoed and bobbed up and down the beach, and into the dunes, where I was relieving... more
Eric Spitznagel didn't always write porn. (And doesn't, it should be noted, anymore.) In fact, for most of his... more
Truth:
Once upon a time there was this balls-out bike rider out to visit all the Cistercian monasteries in this here... more
The guy at table six wiggled his fingers. “Mind if I asked a personal question?”
“Go ahead,” said Miranda, reaching for the... more
Andrew peeped out the window and noted that the end of the world, astoundingly, was small as a bee.
"When's the last time... more
On an unusually sunny February afternoon in Pittsburgh, I had the pleasure of... more
Dave wondered what had happened to the TV.
He had faraway memories of nature programs, black and white comedians with European... more
A note shoved under a sticky honey jar on a wooden spool table:
Maggie –
So sorry I had to leave without saying... more
We ride the hook of route 87 straight from Utica to Newark without once stopping. The two of us go like vagabonds through tunnels and... more
cheney stadium, home to the now defunct tacoma tigers and current tacoma... more
Little Johnny Damon enjoyed working in the produce section at Whole Foods. He took pleasure in stacking the... more
Summers we watched baseball, my father, my uncle and me sitting riveted for innumerable innings, rooting for the Mets. We... more
Tony Montes had always dreamt of the moment he would stand in left field at Candlestick for this, the third game of the World... more
It was like a chicken farm—a million bodies pressed together, and everyone was gulping at the cooler air overhead. I was still... more
She slurps her cherry cola loudly through her novelty straw and winks at me. I’m just turning eleven. She’s got... more
Salvador Plascencia is the author of The People of Paper, a novel in which the people of El Monte, California,... more
She was a master of tentaculation. She was a cepholapod of considerable abilities. She was a writhing mandala of be-suckered... more
Listen, Buddy, it’s important for you to keep in mind that I’ve known you since we were still playing with Duplo – remember that... more
