Once it Hits the Air
Luke Wiget
My Spanish was always too slow to impress my father. I tried not to learn it to spite him. But that was like not swallowing water in your mouth when there’s no place to spit it out.
My Spanish was always too slow to impress my father. I tried not to learn it to spite him. But that was like not swallowing water in your mouth when there’s no place to spit it out.
Good evening. I just ate eggs. Breakfast for dinner, is what Robin called it. Is there such a thing as dinner for breakfast? I’m sure some jabony has fired-up a cheeseburger and fries at 8 a.m.,
The value of a cash gift is on its face, and that, in some circles, is the value of the giver. But excuse me, the value of a $130 vegetable peeler is $5.99.
Have you traveled abroad? I’m sure
EVERY DAY IS SUNDAY
I go to call her for the ribs recipe but then I think how she doesn't respond to my jokes so I go to text her instead. And what I say goes like this: you used to make
Stanley K owns a small radio shop on Forest Avenue in Lakewood.
I walk in, having not seen him in 30 years.
“Stanley!” I exclaim, “how are you?!”
“For virtue of your smile, here!” he
They must have been in Georgia already. Mile-high pine trees loomed just above titanium light poles. Rain was coming down at the car in a funny, sideways sheet. Misting over the windshield.
At the diner, when David has been allowed to order a cup of coffee and become a thinking person again, he will begin to attempt to isolate the exact point in time when he decided to leave his wife.
from Bombyonder
After the bird flu it wasn’t safe to eat the chicken or the stuffing. Gloves and knives couldn’t protect us. For the first time the chickens were calm as doves. For them, it was
Suppose the policeman does not come when you call him for help. So what good is the phone? What good is the policeman? Suppose the policeman is distantly related to a little Polish man who has
Curation
I told my first lie to a girl with a Hans Christian Andersen name, holding onto the metal bars in the playground while I spoke. The smell of pennies stayed on my hands until
The three of them were in the car headed eastbound I-90, on their way to Tiny’s Farm, when Millard thought of his first name of the day.
“Abraham,” he said. “That’s got to be the
The new neighbors were moving vans and glimpses behind curtains. In time, they became an electronic fiction behind a white trellis fence. My dog could smell their vacancies.
My boyfriend cut off my arm while I slept. He had thought the whole thing through months in advance, he told me the next morning.
He slides an open palm up and down wallpaper that appears to depict horsemen and battalions in battle. He presses an ear to it. He tilts a framed print of Caravaggio’s Holofernes away from the wall.
Daniel heard it driving home...
Encore
He got a nice new haircut. His laryngitis was gone. His heart hurt less and the same with his head. His surgical scars had healed. He felt like food again. Strangely, the older and
You could still hear the sounds of their screams, over the water, as they tipped over the falls.
When Homer went blind, Langley’s remedy was one hundred oranges a week.
Four teenagers named “Phil” were tired of their dads not being rich.
“It is very frustrating to have a poor dad,” said Phil. His dad was so poor that their house had turned into a
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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