A Pretty Good Cowboy
Megan Premo
People used to tell my father they looked alike, he and Bruce, and I suppose it was true.
People used to tell my father they looked alike, he and Bruce, and I suppose it was true.
People used to tell my father they looked alike, he and Bruce, and I suppose it was true.
Betty's son Jonah is convulsing in the kitchen and there are fifty ways he could die.
Betty's son Jonah is convulsing in the kitchen and there are fifty ways he could die.
"He’s trying to tell you that he’s cool,” Jay said. “He’d probably buy us beer.”
"He’s trying to tell you that he’s cool,” Jay said. “He’d probably buy us beer.”
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want to suffer. I love her. I love her very much.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want to suffer. I love her. I love her very much.
When Robert was small, it seemed like he didn’t quite see people. It wasn’t that he disliked people; it was just that he was more interested in igniting, with matches, small patches of grass soaked in gasoline.
When Robert was small, it seemed like he didn’t quite see people. It wasn’t that he disliked people; it was just that he was more interested in igniting, with matches, small patches of grass soaked in gasoline.
I think about her. A faint yellow light from the street falls on the floor.
I think about her. A faint yellow light from the street falls on the floor.
When the estate agent arrived I was asleep. I thought about not letting them in. They knocked on the door three times. But I knew that my brother would be pissed if I did not let them in. So I went downstairs and opened the door.
When the estate agent arrived I was asleep. I thought about not letting them in. They knocked on the door three times. But I knew that my brother would be pissed if I did not let them in. So I went downstairs and opened the door.
Avez-vous trouvé tout ce que vous cherchez? the checker asks.
Avez-vous trouvé tout ce que vous cherchez? the checker asks.
I murdered the cat on a Tuesday and by Wednesday morning I was back to work, saying nothing to anyone, scanning milk cartons and zucchinis and rolls of toilet paper.
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