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I don’t feel CorpusTech trying to go through and intoxicate me. I feel the whisper of clothes as the sweaty Buzzies and partiers push around me. I hear the pulse of the music. I see laser points like stars on the ceiling and streaks of cars flying down Third Avenue. And for once, I can stand the sound of my own thoughts.

February 27, 2017

It’s dark in the movie theater and Martin’s throat is tight because of some dumb chick flick. The little boy just tumbled over on the […]

November 23, 2016

The buck had only one antler, and we both expected imbalance to be the thing that drowned him. He had entered the river gracefully, like […]

September 26, 2016

He was drowning; airless, breathless, limitless. The bubbles of carbon dioxide floated up, up and away from his face, expanding, then contracting, then bursting. I […]

April 28, 2016

He is so old that you can see Heaven in his eyes. The fat doctor calls it cataracts, but the psychic at the bus stop […]

April 8, 2016

Sivan (p. noun): /sē/vôn/ 1. What they would call the baby girl. 2. Spring. Origin: Her mother had always thought the name was pretty. She […]

April 8, 2016

“Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah — from the Lord out of the heavens. Thus he overthrew those cities and […]

March 3, 2016

The sinkhole happened at the crack of a bat. It was with the baseball player’s swing, in a perfect collision of wood to stitches, that […]

January 24, 2016

Girls leave boys all the time. When Shiku said she was leaving me, I cleared my throat and said, “Leave the keys on the windowsill, […]

November 20, 2015

I am trying to write a story—a love story—about a man and a woman I know. I’ll call them Satoshi and Yuriko. I am writing and erasing, writing and erasing. Sometimes I think I should stop trying. Or write instead in Japanese. But if so, how to title the story?

April 23, 2015

I open my eyes that morning and see Dan’s head.

March 31, 2015