This Is What That Means
Maggie Donohue
I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was
I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was
The Day Shirley Temple Died
I remembered I was a bad mother. I called up my son, a bellboy in a fancy Las Vegas hotel, I wanted to apologize, patch things up. Redemption is a thing I believe
I sat in my chair and stared at her.
It was obvious to me that you needed to talk, and I was there to listen and record.
Architecturally, it is almost an exact replica of the Indonesian-style villa he had constructed on the Caribbean island of Mustique in the late 80s; the original, with its layered streams and koi
The posse gutted your daddy’s cattle and made your little sister gasp until she made no sounds at all. They lit cigars off the flames of your mother’s head and tied your daddy’s neck to a horse.
You Think You Can Stop Me??
You can’t stop me.
So they don’t let me bring my cooler no more, big deal. I’ll go to my truck. Cold beers in my truck, my personal space. Right there in the
I'm giving up cold turkey for lent.
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The shuffling of their feet wakes you ask they sneak into your stable at night. These are the biker boys, the popular boys in
Two outs to go in the season, eight-nothing Huskies, it’s been a swinging party and nobody invited the Mats. Now Mould’s on the mound to close it out, he’s just been unhittable all year. A lot of
François was working on a baseball campaign, the design and effects for it, two thirty second spots and a sixty, and fifteens cut down from the thirties. The director and his producer, on the couch
Three people had died on the rollercoaster, each decapitated by a wooden plank. He told her this as the lap bar lowered over them and locked. “Their ghosts haunt the tunnel,” he said, and the
Recently I came across a paper I wrote in college at the prestigious University of Florida in 1999 about vengeful ghosts.
The air in the bedroom sags with mist that won’t touch anything. It hangs around the built-in bed, and stationary lamp, and my sisters and Ma. I can’t be in there. The noises are terrible, and the haze smells like evergreens. It makes me homesick.
Mother is sitting in the kitchen with the Bible and a fresh stack of paper. A cigarette smokes in the ashtray and the sink is full of dishes. “It’s not what you think,” I whisper to the boy I have brought home. Later I will suck his thoughts dry.
Family Album, Romance and Circumstantial Evidence
Inside the restaurant two beams of sunlight hit Spencer’s table at seemingly impossible angles. They meet on his butter dish, which has a single olive pit in it. It seems like outside the sun could be doubled.
It’s not unheard of now for people to be replaced by look-alikes. Troubled people, mostly. Unhappy people.
I have stolen this prayer from my friend Giancarlo Ditrapano.
I went to the Antiques Roadshow with my mother’s green marble frog in the inside pocket of the jacket of the black suit I wore to her funeral that morning. I had taken the frog from her house. I wanted to know what it was worth.
My girlfriend moved out. She gave me back the lease the next day. “I’m not sorry,” she said, but she agreed to stay for afternoon coffee. We sat by the window. The coffeepot gurgled.
“I want a
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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