There was a bump on his head, and that’s what made him crazy. That’s the story he tells whenever anyone asks about it, the... more
You never know when you’ll turn the corner to find it staring you in the face. You might be on your way to dinner at the kosher... more
David Ohle, author of the epic science fiction... more
In bed with the wife of a guy that I work with, and this isn’t the beginning of the story, but the end of it, and then she calls... more
When Isabel Araya was born in the southern tip of the pampas, twenty-one years, three months, and seven days before she would hold Juan... more
Ernie peered over the dash with a cigarette in his left hand and a can of spiked Pepsi in his right, fingertips grazing the ribbed... more
"Now Mr. Nguyen, here, he could benefit from a little trip over to Harold's Running Bull. Quaff a few, soak up the local culture, and... more
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
