Archive - Fiction

2007

October 10, 2007
November 11, 2007
You asked how we met. It was a raw night in January. I had stopped at the Viper Room near closing time. A cold martini in my hand was all that stood between me and the fog on Sunset and the steep... ›› read more
November 11, 2007
First there is what matters.Once it matters it is measured.Measured as mass. Mass is the amount of matter in an object.For example, in a rifle. In relations of matter and mass,celestial location is... ›› read more
November 11, 2007
Before he saw radiance, he saw the way we all see. He saw his wife Rachel as threatening or contributing to his equili-brium; an irritation or, sometimes, someone he loved so that touching her was... ›› read more
November 11, 2007
Men aren't meant to be young, said the man who'd given his age as thir - forty-one. He shrugged off the false start, smiled slightly - small, borrowed, theatrical gestures that said, Had I been... ›› read more
November 11, 2007
Blake's is selected from THEY CHANGE THE SUBJECT I was invited to vacation with his family. They were going to go to the beach at Tybee Island this time, and then on to Savannah, where the movie... ›› read more

2008

May 5, 2008
Vanessa Placeand here's where I'd ask you to pay close attention, Johann, we're getting to the part whereeverything changes and yet stays the same, if I had a cross, here's where I'd stick it, and if... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Benjamin Noam Pearlberg Behind her house, in the back woods where the river rushed lazy and gentle, she went bathing at dawn with her best friend, Shoshana Epstein. Batya was not yet seventeen and... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Elise BlackwellChapter Forty-NineJackson Miller, in the middle of one of the strangest nights of his life, felt nothing short of fractured. In a room full of aspiring writers—who the hell else... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Where They're AtJoshua FurstThey're everywhere, these kids: Seattle, Milwaukee, Reno and Austin, New York and LA and Chicago, Atlanta, they congregate wherever there's urban ruin; Rochester,... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Dearest Eva,Do you remember, love, the summer night we spent in my uncle's chalet off Como, when we thought we heard a ghost in the parlor? I know now that it was a ghost, and, I tell you, we will... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
The Man Who Could See Radiance Before he saw radiance, he saw the way we all see. He saw his wife Rachel as threatening or contributing to his equili¬brium; an irritation or, sometimes, someone he... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Dale PeckFruit Salad Men aren't meant to be young, said the man who'd given his age as thir—forty-one. He shrugged off the false start, smiled slightly—small, borrowed, theatrical gestures that said... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Lives of the ArtistsIn the morning Robert lies in bed watching patterns made by the sun on the floor and laments his predicament. Why did he have to be born at this moment in history, when all the... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
My daddy, my daddy, he got a 1972 Olds Cutlass Supreme, a convertible that car is, metallic flake green with saddle interior and a three-fifty cubic inch V8 that'll churn out three hundred fifty... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Image used with permission from Mentality Design | Central park in Kharkov, Ukraine It was in my sixth year, shortly before my birthday, that my mother took us to live with her mother, Dominique, in... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
BottleTwo guys are sitting together in a bar. One of them is majoring in something or other in college, the other abuses his guitar once a day and thinks he's a musician. They've already had two... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
From GAY AVIATION TODAY, January 2004(Reprinted with permission, ©2004 GAT Media Inc.)Over seventy-five years after making aviation history with the first solo, nonstop transatlantic flight from New... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
I waited until I was twenty-one to buy a gun, although, as I learned on the day of the purchase, I had been legally eligible for one since my sixteenth birthday. In my car outside the hunting store,... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Autumn rains spill waterUpon the barren soil.Forgetting the sun,Seedlings long to sprout.I hear the wind's lament.I relive it always. I relive that day, the day the Gaki came to my village. I know I... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
You sit in your cubicle on the 37th floor of a multinational pharmaceutical company, paging through a stack of medical journals. Each time you spot the name of a drug that the pharmaceutical company... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Crazy ideas come naturally from a jumper worth talking about To speak about someone or about something means, to my mind, awarding them some privilege. For my part I don’t award that privilege to... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
The peanuts, the coconut curlicues, sour cream, raisins, and the small bowl of mango chutney are waiting on the living room table for the boiled rice and lamb curry. My mother's still cooking in the... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
Image used with permission from Mentality Design Fontanka, St. Petersburg, Russia prologue: crash It had been a bad night, anyway. He'd had too much to drink, she hadn't had enough, and they'd ended... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
[Excerpt]Selection 1:Kroll runs down the road with his wife draped over his arms like a sheet. He thinks of a scene from his favorite movie, Avalon, where a boy runs home after accidentally setting... ›› read more
May 5, 2008
In an airplane flying west across a wine-dark sea, Spiros travels to his new country. He is an inexperienced traveler and for now the gods look kindly upon him, blowing a gentle tailwind and seeing... ›› read more
June 6, 2008
Katherine Min EYELIDS When I was very young, my mother made me wear a clothespin at night to encourage my nose to form a salient bridge, instead of disappearing into the front of my face and emerging... ›› read more
June 6, 2008
By Pauls Toutonghi Prologue My dad, drunk again and singing. In a previous life of his, my dad dreamed of becoming a country and western singer. The fact that he'd lived this life in a concrete... ›› read more
September 9, 2008
In his 7 th floor apartment on Roosevelt Road , Wan Hao-hsien ( 溫浩賢 ) anguishes over his blueprints for a new kitchen god shrine. If life imitated television dramas and commercials, Taipei would be... ›› read more
September 9, 2008
Vernon Wilson “What the fuck was I saying? Nothing about what you were saying right?” My hand fell on Tasha's arm. We were on Canal Street going towards Broadway. We'd been waiting for the light when... ›› read more
September 9, 2008
Image used with permission from Mentality Design [Excerpt] Even though he is across the room and reading I know he is watching me. My boyfriend likes to keep tabs on where I am so he can determine... ›› read more
September 9, 2008
Sometimes I give speeches at elementary schools. I wait backstage in the wings where they hang the discarded costumes of the four food groups, costumes that are now unused, in light of the Surgeon... ›› read more
September 9, 2008
Tell the story of your father's life,and your father's father's life,and find your own, or findsomething altogether new,an antipodes of the expected.Expect to find, what? A historyof habitude? A... ›› read more

2009

March 3, 2009
The ritual is the best part, the pouring of white powder from the brightly colored construction paper envelope onto the glass table, the chopping of it with an American Express card, the rolling of... ›› read more
March 3, 2009
E d. Note: This time three years ago, it was impossible to escape the ghost of Gary Moretti. The nation was entranced by the ubiquitous Tozzi photograph, the hour-long specials on NBC and CBS, and... ›› read more
March 3, 2009
“Are you Middle-Eastern?” She leaned forward with her knees pressed together. “I'm Italian and Polish.” It was a common misconception. He had dark eyes, dark hair, and over the tanned skin of his... ›› read more
April 4, 2009
Your little sister is late. Outside the terminal, a slight drizzle slants in the orange streetlights. Everyone else on your flight has long since been picked up or connected to another destination... ›› read more
July 7, 2009
“I find myself inclined to stop a moment in my present station, and to ponder that voyage, which I have undertaken...I am first affrighted and confounded with that forlorn solitude, in which I am... ›› read more
September 9, 2009
When I got to Matt's house, he met me at the door with this puzzled look on his face. There were strangers in the living room. “Who are they?” I asked. “I don't know.” “Jehovah's Witnesses? Mormons... ›› read more
October 10, 2009
You’ll probably find this funny, because people usually find it funny when I tell them. I used to work as a waiter at this place called Merry Olde England British Pub over in Five Points. Obviously,... ›› read more

2010

April 4, 2010
one lightsoff acceleration go and he found himself moving arrhythmically across the surface of an abandoned parking lot and she was backlit by the diffident blaze of a burning mailbox at the edge of... ›› read more
July 7, 2010
I stub my toe on a woman. She's spread out next to the tub. Her breasts rise and fall. I reach down and rub the hair on her legs. There's a skirt over her important areas. She's got a face like a... ›› read more
September 9, 2010
Un—Ophelia She looked angry.Her: “What did you mean by that?” Me: “Well, I just meant that your eyes are pretty, like deep pools of indigo sky.” Her: “Oh, so you're once again judging me based on... ›› read more
October 10, 2010
My mother is always losing the mates to her shoes. She returns late at night. When I get up for a glass of water, I find her passed out on the couch, one shoe lonely on the floor. By the time the sun... ›› read more

2011

January 1, 2011
[Excerpt] The reading room of the Soviet Jewry Library had been converted into a makeshift presentation hall. It was lined on either side with tall metal shelves buckling under the weight of an... ›› read more
February 2, 2011
Monday is coming to an end in Melbourne. Alajuela is in ciesta. Granada is having dinner. Beirut is getting drunk. Buda and Pest are tucked in for the night. But many are on the internet at the same... ›› read more
February 2, 2011
You’ve sweated an hour on the B train. You’ve seen the pink, gondola-shaped crystal chandeliers in the Venezia Catering Hall on Coney Island Avenue, the miniature gilded Eiffel Towers lining the... ›› read more
February 2, 2011
A city of pieces, he thought. From the helicopter, croppings of stunted trees tufted from the wreckage like sidewalk moss. Building façades resembled peeling carrot skins. The sun was a white china... ›› read more
March 3, 2011
He paced back and forth in his Hershey-stained briefs. The muscles in his bare legs bulged out as he paraded across the carpeted floor. With arms akimbo, chin in the air, and an official Karate Kid... ›› read more
May 5, 2011
His wife suggested they trade-in for a shorter fat man. Of course, he’d already investigated that. “What,” she said, “now you’re not talking to me?” There would be a connection fee—the equivalent of... ›› read more
May 5, 2011
Alone in the house with his wife's Peruvian maid, his emotions get the better of him. The sun is setting in the kitchen, its last rays illuminating the fading yellow wallpaper. She sits across him at... ›› read more
May 5, 2011
On our island, no woman may cook on a fire that was lit by a man. No one may touch the foot of a chief. “Who made these rules?” asked our chief's son, while we sat cross-legged around the kava bowl,... ›› read more
July 7, 2011
According to Danish philosopher, Bernard Claw, gimcrack corncrake and give the dog a bone, the self is the self when the self is not being the self, assuming, of course, the self is entirely selfless... ›› read more
August 8, 2011
Chapter 1 - Bed Board Baldwin Wallace turned the page. It was late into the night and he was alone in bed, reading from The Book of Ash. He was also waiting, anxiously so, for Nadine, his wife of six... ›› read more

2012

March 3, 2012
There ain't shit on TV on a Saturday afternoon. My buddy Lyle and I come in here after our morning shifts and knock back a couple and bitch about how there's nothing to look at except the girl... ›› read more
July 7, 2012
In 1988, to see Humberto Pacheco in his homeless man's attire, overgrown coat sleeves and no undershirt, a knotted rope tightening his waist band, bare unshaven balls in the shadow of his opened... ›› read more
October 10, 2012
He was a champion sleeper and could knock off consciousness at a moments notice to descend into dreams thick with his waking joys and sorrows. It was a skill he always had, ever since he was a child... ›› read more

2013

July 7, 2013
“Do you feel there are too many limitations placed on you? On your relationships? On your life?” Israel Benito Canseco was eleven years old and he sold personal development for twenty-five pesos. “... ›› read more
July 7, 2013
We called him Rob, Robby, sometimes even RPG, his full name being Robert Peter Garretson. He lived in a small studio apartment with his girlfriend in a flashier part of Brooklyn than where I lived... ›› read more
September 9, 2013
“Old man,” said Youngae to her husband. “What are you doing? At your age, Doctors Without Borders? North Korea ?”Yungman had pondered on this strange turn of fate. How he had always wanted to work... ›› read more
September 9, 2013
Landau walks in the middle of the street. Every night he finds himself more impressed by the quietness of the ghetto. Such a disorderly place, and now so silent. As silent as the salon where he will... ›› read more
October 10, 2013
July 15th For as long as I can remember, whenever I walk around Manhattan, I notice spaces where I could take shelter if I were homeless. The trouble, or the blessing rather, is that I don't have an... ›› read more
December 12, 2013
Q: A: So right before the funeral, she walked in on me. She saw what she saw. Q:A: Not the kitchen. She keeps saying it was the kitchen. It was the bathroom off the kitchen, which is an entirely... ›› read more

2014

March 3, 2014
There was once a girl who went to the Emerald City (no, Linnea, they told you it's called Seattle, stop talking like it's that kind of Emerald City). She went there once, when she was a younger woman... ›› read more
September 9, 2014
If we score, I'm supposed to pull the lever inside my foam suit to operate the plastic backhoe arm/bucket on my head. Coach Hoke (who he let his ghost off the leash for two minutes from sleep apnea,... ›› read more
December 12, 2014
The sign for Chief's Café in Pittsburgh was a neon fireman's hat and hose. Someone threw a rock through the right side of the sign and smashed it up, but it still glowed and buzzed like an electric... ›› read more

2015

January 1, 2015
Careening through Paul's head are tricycles mounted by clowns. Their makeup is runny, pasty white augmented by skin tone stripes. Their laughter is malevolent, scraping Paul's eardrums raw. The... ›› read more
November 11, 2015
Chapter Two of “Gone Alaska” Arrival Elfin Cove, Alaska.The Southeast Coast. One month past my eighteenth birthday and I was standing at the forepeak, poised to leap, when the skipper of the purse... ›› read more
December 12, 2015
Review of a Serial Ejaculator: Subway Line 7 and the Antonin Drake MethodWinter usually presents the most desperate moments for an exhibitionist. The cold air turns us into exclusive affairs. We... ›› read more