Aristocrats
Rebecca Leece
I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the door! The radiators are hissing out champagne. Everyone is
I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the door! The radiators are hissing out champagne. Everyone is
It is Sunday when the dogs come. The church bells ring and ring and my mother says to my sister like she does every week “wake up wake up we’re going to be late for church” and this is a joke,
I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that swim around and the sweat that slips out. I like to watch
People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always together, Katie Jean and I, because she has her mouth wired shut and I’m
The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses sticking out. It did not make me feel violated, the way I wanted and
At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.
“I signed up for a thing online,” he tells me. “You put your name into this big database, along with a bunch
What Daddy
Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also it has caused many pleasurable detriments to my existence. I have run out of
[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It includes all posts made from April 25 — May 6, 2011. —Robert]
April 25,
The Vanishing Ball Player
Moses Cage (1960 - ?)
My hands, nets. My arms, windmills. My heart, a diamond.
-Moses Cage, 1989
Cage spent three seasons as a backup left
All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy Cantrell had pitched her. You didn't grow up without running through a few
The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet squished miserably along the rows of dark Tudors built on spec. His pockets were
“Did you see what Suzy did when her father tossed her into the air?”
“No, I was looking at Jimmy.”
“She screamed. She screamed like a little piglet right until she hit the water.”
“My
I miss Lost. I want to go on Lost with you. Let’s be on Lost together. Let’s get on a plane that says: DESTINATION - CRASH. Let’s be a part of the brand new cast. I want to be a main character
He was putting potatoes into my hands.
“What else you need. Salt?”
He stepped over a stack of plates. I moved around them.
“Here. This is good. You cook with this. No?”
The
Flight Patterns
The night the ghosts got in we went out the third floor window. I heard boot steps on the stairs and we were gone. Out past paint flecked white wicker into the forest, we’d
The men I meet always want someone I’m not. Naturally, I think the one I’m meeting tonight will be different. I’ve never seen him before; we’ve only talked over the phone. He runs a voice mapping
Do not open your story by talking about the weather. Do not exceed the posted speed limits. Do not accept packages from strangers. Do not make any sudden movements. Do not interfere in an ongoing
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc." -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz