She’ll tell you you’re still together as she gets into her parents’ minivan and they drive her off to State with smiles on their faces. [...]

Callie scoots up next to her grandmother who is sitting on a wooden bench at a picnic table shaded by a white beach umbrella, pocked [...]

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 [...]

August & September 1989 The morning was unscripted, tired and seemed to pass in grim ritual. The cereal bowls, mugs, juice glasses and separate refrigerator [...]

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 [...]

The bat thudded against the window. Peter felt it — broken glass in his gut — though the window didn’t break. No alarm went off. [...]

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 [...]