Decomposition
Most of the time, I hate being embodied. All the time, I hate being a woman. Summer is the worst because I must remind myself of the parts of me that…
Bo Diddley’s Shoes
At quitting time Friday on an unusually sultry day for early May, master carpenter Laszlo Pierson suggested to his boss Bert Hegel, “Let’s stop…
The Pursuit of Love
The rain made it awkward to stand outside and watch today. He would have stayed for the full hour in the park as usual, had it not been for torrents…
Cagancho Valley
My father-in-law and I were on break and suspended from work in the Cagancho Valley, a valley next to the Moradillo de Roa wineries in the Ribera del…
Count Alucard Rising
Note: This story is written from after where the Universal movie Son of Dracula leaves us. Count Alucard stood on the bank of the swamp, gazed at the…
Osmosis
They were looking at it, two heads side by side, and Tony thinking it was shocking but unsurprising, too. “Have you ever?” Clea says without taking…
Helicopters
The first splash hit Manfred’s face, and a forceful stream ran down the navy blue and black-striped tie resting like a ribbon of night on the white…
Leftover Women
Ding Bantian had accomplished many things. The walls of her office were lined with the proof. Pride of place went to her PhD certificate that hung in…
Rem
Anymore, there are no metal knives in the apartment, or forks. No razors or glass vases or bleach or plastic bags, we have no painkillers or alcohol…
“Help,” “Cop,” and Untitled Haiku and Ku
Help Impatient to move, and pissed-off by some dope ahead of me trying to make a left turn into on-coming traffic, I pull out left lane to right---…
