Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Fiction

True Crime

He’s fatter. It’s the first thing I notice. Before the tubes protruding from every hole in his face; before his legs, spread, suspended and...

Voicemail

“Lord, if I was created in your image and likeness, please, send butterflies to kiss my tired soul, I’m a tired flower. Protect me...

Under the Basilisk

Lea would talk often about nuns. Of their rituals, their self-sufficiency. Their separation from our contemporary world may have appealed to her, but more...

50 Questions to Ask About Your Story

Does my story have a big enough concept? Does my story have interesting characters? Does my story have interesting set pieces? Does my story have an interesting...

The Cyclist

I am the cyclist. They still speak of me in the circles of spoke. Sit with me a moment on this commemorative bench. I...

Bait

The first thousand is easy. Cash advance for rent. Then groceries, big olive oil, a bottle of aperol, a long drive. Then one new...

Blue Story

One morning, years ago, I woke up and found that blue was missing. Yes, the color. Where it once was—in small polka dots on...

Our Dope Future

Waddap! So this is sort of a long one, but I figured all you good folks might help me get a couple things straight...

Play Again  

Daphne had just watched Spring Breakers again. She loved the scene where Selena Gomez looks at James Franco and says very simply: “I just...I...