by J. Reifel I have never cared about cockfighting, but I do despise chickens.
by Gordon Lish Frankly, it was not all that long ago, this misunderstanding.
God is in the details!” declared Volokhonsky. “Some say it’s the devil,” Pevear added.
I killed him in sound mind and clear memory, killed him conscientiously, with conviction, cold-heartedly, without a shred of remorse, fear or doubt. If it...
“It’s a vegetable thing. C’mon, let’s give it a try.”
by Joseph Pfister We kick and splash in the bath-warm water like we’re ten years younger, our mothers sprawled out on lawn chairs, periodically peeking...
by Gina Lujan Boubion In October 1947, Jack Kerouac met a pretty, young Mexican woman named Bea Franco on a bus going from Bakersfield to...
Luke has this idea: he’s going to throw all his childhood stuff into the ocean.
by Jim Daniels Jesse watched his breath rise into gray sky. He puffed like a choo-choo train..
Here is a secret: I do care for being bundled, which was the draw for me living underground, where it is meant to stay cold.
She shook his hand wearing the smile she uses when she’s behind the pharmacy counter, the one where her eyes get that I-hope-you’re-not-contagious look.
“We have just begun to scratch the surface.”