When I was dead, I returned to my father’s house, an old farmstead in Northwestern Ohio, and I stood alone in the gravel drive, satisfied to see that the house was just as I remembered it—small and gray, rising on a plot of land west of a moonlit apple orchard.
The Class of 1953 Tachikawa Air Base Bride School girls were fertile, well-fed and rested.
The Class of 1953 Tachikawa Air Base Bride School girls were fertile, well-fed and rested.
"Me, all scatter-shotted words I tried out in the air ..."
"Me, all scatter-shotted words I tried out in the air ..."
So obviously I couldn’t do it. She would have known it was real.
So obviously I couldn’t do it. She would have known it was real.
It’s really Freudian, that. Turning a doctor into a parent for a few minutes. That’s why Maeve likes him.
It’s really Freudian, that. Turning a doctor into a parent for a few minutes. That’s why Maeve likes him.
I Googled things that bond people. Google said trauma.
I Googled things that bond people. Google said trauma.
Ken pounded out three novelty songs on his busted up acoustic guitar, looking like a knock-off Daniel Johnston.
Ken pounded out three novelty songs on his busted up acoustic guitar, looking like a knock-off Daniel Johnston.
‘Le Trou Normand,’ I said to the Garçon, winking knowingly at him.
‘Le Trou Normand,’ I said to the Garçon, winking knowingly at him.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub
