December 16, 2012 | Fiction
The Way We Sleep, an anthology of prose, comics, interviews, all about how we spend our time in and around beds was<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-way-we-sleep-blog-tour">... more</a>
December 12, 2012 | Fiction
Linda McCullough Moore
The A.D.T. man has only come to fix the security system, check each connect, repair the wire that’s frayed, reprogram the alarm before he drives off to do the same thing three blocks over. He wants no part in these people’s lives, he has no heart to join their quest for the secure, their rich man fantasy they can protect themselves, if only they will pay.
Rupprecht Mayer (Translation by Kenneth Kronenberg)
On the one hand, it was tough for Tessa to be let go by the Internet company, but it meant that she could now fulfill<a class="more" href="/web_features/the-fear-of-secretarial-errors">... more</a>
No one called it a plague at first. We weren’t the kind of people who used words like that, words heavy with the suggestion of some greater force, but the idea was there, almost from the beginning, skittering around in the back of my head, peeking out into the light.
On the day we come with Daddy down the mountain, Momma wakes us up early while Daddy's still asleep, pulls out white poster boards, markers from the closet, and together, we draw babies. Heads with black eyes, bodies curled, hands in mouths, a blue cord running from their bellies to somewhere off the page.