Category: Fiction

It’s been eighteen, nineteen years. I triangulate my way around unnamed streets and pass by the noodle shop, a police
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At the bakalah, I part the heavy plastic that covers the doorway, and aiming a Salamalakum in the direction of
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Jan Lechoń and his lover lie side by side, like two question marks, on a bed of saffron sheets. Jan
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1. Kitchen Items Pots and pans. Mugs. Beer glasses from various bars across the country. Matching plates and bowls with
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-“Beauty has a strangeness”-- Linda Gregg, from her poem, “Fragments” Mottled, veins afloat, shadows flicker, the lid dips, and resists,
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And so Natalie came to see sleep as the solution. It made her feel like barfing a little, like the
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I leave the store after a small, middle-aged domestic thrill: A good deal on bathroom rugs ($14.99 for two). As
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Kind of square, kind of squat—that’s how she perceives herself. Compact—each part of her body a modest excrescence kept within
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We first saw her on that mini-season of the Real World that only ran on MTV3. The one in Nashville
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My mother is fat. She is not plump. She’s not heavy or stout, slovenly or rotund. Just fat. A fat
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Giving his spouse carte blanche in matters of interior decoration had year in and year out proven to be a
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The smiling man at the coffee bar is attentive and careful as he pours pumpkin spice flavored coffee. But he’s
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My uncle Ivan was a communist. He said if we’d read the books he’d read, we’d all be communists. My
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Paul didn’t stir when Sheila got up or when she found Matt asleep in the hallway. It was sometime after
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The single dead bulb in the garage rattled as the blizzard tore its nails against the siding. Colton sat on
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On Saturday morning, 12/21/63, a date with no prime number unless you count the 2 in 12, the 2 in
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When my wife of these last thirty-nine years kicked me out of the house and I quoth "for being a
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I wonder what my father thought of himself after he left, given the one rule he emphasized the most was
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If I was a different kind of girl my face would be on every tabloid. Every evening news story, every
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March 14, 1983 Dear Sir or Madam: Forgive the vague salutation. I could not determine the current president of the
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