In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 12: Why Did I Join the Military?

She Beats You Because She Loves You People around us knew that my mother regularly, almost every day, beat me or my brother, and more often both of…


6 to 6: Arivaca

Debora Hunter, 389 W. Rillito Drive, is seven feet tall; her head eclipses the sun. She doubles over to get in my cab, her face a sad skull with…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 11: Basketball

I have always loved sports. As a preschooler, I ran with my small friends in hole-hole, in the ninth grade I began to seriously engage in basketball,…


1-800-Suicide-Hotline, Ext. ATM

One of the absolute best reasons to not commit suicide is the fact that there’s a good chance you’ll get to fuck again before you die of whatever…


6 to 6: Somebody Say the Magic Word

I get out of the cab and step into the oven of a normal Arizona summer day. I can’t find her, I can’t find her. My passenger is supposed to be at the…


About Politics

I am standing before a cute mirror, therethrough looking, and I see there Prometheus, his torches with fires, a weird-like ash, a poetical comet as…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 10: Drama Studio

Young Voices I got into the literary circle “Young Voices” thanks to Genka Pantyukhov, my classmate and the son of a physics teacher. We were fond of…


6 to 6: And Deliver Us from the Vikings, Amen

A flashlight comes on in the dark. The light defines the motions of a man’s hand as he rises to his feet. The light lands here and there on empty…


In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 9: School Again, Part 2

Chemistry Lesson One Our classroom was at the end of the corridor opposite the gym door. Schoolchildren freed from physical education were required…


6 to 6: This Shit Kicks Viagra’s Ass

My sunflower-yellow cab stopped in front of a small trailer on a gravel road. A big old man came slowly out into the sun, his body jerking and…