Fiction

Spaniel I I see her through the window coming up the sidewalk and I know it’s mija. It’s my daughter. I never knew what her mother told...

I. Julius played piano in the old folks’ home, Monday and Saturday afternoons, accompanied by the sound of creaking joints. His mother called him Jewel–yuss. A clear Saturday...

I enter Rusty’s Place on the lower east side and claim my usual table in the back. I’m reluctant to meet the stranger I met online in a bar, especially a girl like me who...

By Christina J. Chua (photos by Stephanie Burt) 011 Girls  There are other stages you occupy on the next set, though I know little about your fringe...

By Allyson Stack I have come home to my blue room, colour of twilight and uncooked crabs, of veins seen through skin. My mother keeps...

By Sean Gill The bell chimed and the young man in the Bermuda shorts asked the girl in the silk robe if she was expecting...

By Meiko Ko When I opened my eyes I was in a car and a man was speaking to me. At first he looked like...

By Michael Cuglietta Brian sat at one end of the couch. His wife, Erica, sat at the other end. On the cushion between them, there was...

By Melissa Darcey If she squeezed real tight and lay stiff as a board, she’d be all right. He hadn’t been the first visitor, his...

By Heather Sager About six years ago I phoned my friend Samantha, a childless woman who had recently experienced setbacks in her ongoing treatment for...