Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Fiction

Ishmael

At a small table in the Mexican restaurant the three of them continued to argue the merits of their list of the ten greatest...

In Heaven Everything Is Fine

I Girls reciting my poems like Future verses. I get so much love now. I require copious amounts of female attention in your absence. It’s...

Valentine’s Day

The individual is the seat of a constant process of decantation, from the vessel containing the fluid of future time, sluggish, pale and monochrome,...

Sleepless at Silver Lake

It’s like an apartment building with the walls removed. People all turned inward to their campfires, their picnic tables, even during the day, when...

The Light of Eternal Spring

My mother died of a broken heart, or so the letter said. I was standing before a vegetable stall in Manhattan’s Chinatown, next to eight-for-a-dollar...