Est. 2008

Short Story

The Nude

If I'm not paying attention, I'll sometimes cross paths with an old friend. After wishing me a Happy New Year, they always ask,...

Claudia

It was 1960 and we hitchhiked through the middle of the United States. We slept wherever we could, on floors mostly, in the backs...

Golfer’s Bog

A natural bog is the designated water trap of the thirteenth hole at British Hills Country Club in Wheeling. It’s a deep, mysterious body...

Alcazar’s House

An extract from a novel-in-progress As Alcazar sat stock-still on the gritty staircase, he thought of all the circumstances that had made him a minor...

Sourdough and Outer Lands

SOURDOUGH My sister Jane was full of secrets about the art of making world-famous sourdough bread. Pretty in an apron, too. She had seven...

The Other Internet

On the Other Internet there’s no “www.” There’s no such thing as URL’s or menu bars or web searches or any of that. You...

The Song of Sasquatch

1. Beloved: My lover pursues me through the thicket with an ardent desire of leaves opening to the sun. He leaves no footprint I give him untouched....

The Stockholm Syndrome

One Tuesday, Susan locked the dog in the basement. She thought it was time she did something for herself. She went down twice a...

Plan Ahead

Getting knocked up wasn’t part of the plan. I told Hamish, the black guy with the baby bird eyes, that I was going to...

Orbiting

What you love about pills is how small they are, how much energy is in them, like they’re atoms with electrons zinging around inside....