At 32 she whistled for the first time and was alarmed by her talent.

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.

A tiny husband lay in a pool of blood beneath him.

The first thing was, everybody’s voices changed. Not changed deeper, like puberty. This was changing back: they went high, squeaky, like we... more

Plates, large:
Stack in bottom row.  Front side should face the rinse cylinder.  Do not face plates away from the rinse cylinder.   Do... more

Morgan Freeman makes me cry.

He was her first virgin, and he waited to do it in a bed.

Ian’s mother warned him about jumping on the mattress.

We were taking shots at the bar before the bar, pre-gaming, game-facing. We did a round of jaeger bombs and Fixer knocked some dap and went outside for a smoke.

The two of them are down on the riverbank, idling; their calico van sits arch-above. 

In the fall of Helga Vierksen’s death, I was seven years old.

You’re listening to an audiobook about the history of the Mercury space program when the car accident happens. It’s so fast you barely... more

The real cowboy wears a fishing cap and one of those vests you associate with photographers, only his isn't stuffed with film or lenses or... more

You were a horse yesterday; what happened? I rode you places under the hot sun. You fought off flies with your tail and... more

Can I speak to you for a moment?

It’s your son’s teacher and so this can’t be good.  Now not good, doesn’t have to mean bad, but it means... more

Hello, Sarah, your skin’s perspiring. Nervous? Your heart rate just jumped to 153 beats per minute and your eyes dilated by two... more

Here is what I know. They wear tights. Their wings are thin flapping things that look more like dragonflies than butterflies. They never... more

Here’s a story. One night in the tedious plains of Colorado, Abraham Lincoln drove his Model T into an embankment...

He had a broad scar that ran over the back of his kneecap. The skin was all shiny and soft, like white bread packaged in Saran Wrap.

The gas station guy said, You folks all right?

An excited murmur came to life when the audience was informed of the PhD in Biogenetics, the B.S. in Mechanical Engineering, and then the sweet icing: the minor in English.
 

Before she left for Avignon, before we left for Chicago, she said, “I miss my nephew. I miss Joshua, and I... more

“I thought you were going to play football,” she says.

“Yeah,” I say.

“You’re wearing jeans.”

“Yes.”

She is folding... more

FUTURE 45

There was a pile of sticks on the edge of the world. In it, numerous things of... more

When found in this situation we realize that it is customary to provide a list of demands or a ransom note. We have discussed... more