The Romanian Inquisitor
Arrived in Cioroiași on Sunday, August 1 at 8:10 am. Since that time and to the day of this report, I have interviewed several witnesses, while observing from a safe distance the
Amabiko
Dark flashes rip through the mudflats, tearing open fetid sludge, bursting and regorging, and vomiting onto itself. The chlorophyllic reflux glimmers below the belly of the full mo
George the Raccoon
My grandparents moved into a roomy, craftsman-style four-bedroom house at the bottom of Mount Tamalpais in January of 1963, hauling everything they owned from a much smaller townho
Man With a Parrot
It wasn’t the kind of town to question, especially not in winter. Rather, it was the kind of town that let you into its secrets if you didn’t look at them as such.
The Hedley Kow
It was a queer hour. In or around even-set the fog rose and poured through the cleft in the hills to mass in fallow fields of cardoon carcasses.
Meeting in The Mangroves
The return this season felt familiar. I shadowed my Lala in the kitchen in the morning fore-day the island and the rest of the family came to gather. The crows and coos of the cock
Prepare This Place For Bed
These bees in my mouth: oily, waxy, powerful— one flew into my mother’s mouth at a family picnic
Reborn Again
There’s this bar in town I like to go to every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday night. Thursday is spaghetti night at my Mom’s house and Monday I hang out with my friends on Mine
Firebird
You know the photographs of the dead in heaps, tangled in each other’s arms? Even when I was whole all I wanted was to be healed.