Posts by Sam Berman

September 30, 2022 | Fiction

I'm Really Really Really Sorry

Sam Berman

Above the tree line, the sky has turned the color of a day-old bruise. The reception has begun to clear. Whichever uncle had parked his motorcycle in the driveway was now gone.  
 

September 29, 2022 | Fiction

Start Over, But With Luck This Time

Sam Berman

Our dad knew about Surface-to-Air missiles. Our mother knew what we told her.

September 28, 2022 | Fiction

The Beautiful Home of Emma Valdesto

Sam Berman

I’m trying to lose my ego before Coachella.

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?