Dix said that it was an absurd poem, badly written and on a ridiculous subject. “It’s repetitive!” she said. “Like, I can get tired of [...]

It was a gesture of good will for the boy to eat his sandwich. So, that was a start. He was looking at the space [...]

My new job at the Goodwill suits me because I’m not a people-person person. That is, I don’t mind people – it’s people who like [...]

“Huh?” I say once more, then I realize what happened. I reach up to touch my peach-soft forehead, lighter today because my thought-veil is gone.

Some of his inventions—the effortless divider, the stretching plane, the miniature handle—lay amidst the floor, adding to the carpet of loss. Craig didn’t care. None of the inventors cared. They just kept inventing.

Written by and reprinted here with permission from S.K. — world-renowned Sleep Watcher scholar and extraordinaire. Very calmly and with a certain intention not to [...]

Wearing a coat woven from the hair of twenty-two adult male African elephants, Samuel stepped out of his apartment to attend the funeral of a [...]

Over an unseen intercom, a woman trills nursery rhymes in high, breathy notes. The music percolates like a melody from a jack-in-the-box. They are happy. They shriek, they jump, they wag their fingers. One boy shouts, “I love you!” But there is no one else in the room.

On a sunny September morning, I was pondering what kind of pills would provide me with the most comfortable ticket out of my body and [...]

Nobody talks about piranhas anymore. I don’t know why they’ve been forgotten. Used to be all the rage when I was young. Boys mulling around [...]

Marshall Spencer worked in the basement records room of the cancer center in downtown Kalamazoo. I know this because I worked two doors down the [...]

It was a half-hour walk from the punkhouse to downtown Detroit. Kreg enjoyed walking with his friend. They would push each other in a shopping [...]

His back to me, Benjamin sits nude at the edge of the bed. I lie on my side a few feet behind him, also naked, [...]

Listen. No one is as shocked as I by my love for this man. I read My Booky Wook  (yes, the title is mind-numbingly stupid) [...]

Phil scratches his shriveled crotch through his Spiderman briefs, sitting at the coffee table with a brown, undersized “BEWARE OF POO” monkey shirt stretched above [...]