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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

Memories? The memory is of nothing. The memory is of abortion and not-being. What was it that I had said about the repulsion of the […]

February 3, 2015

They say that red light is more calming for safari animals. The exit signs are red.   The conductor came by to take my ticket. […]

November 20, 2014

Deborah was a rebel child before she met me. You can see it in the old photographs. The one I love best is taped to […]

April 25, 2014

Carmen is the one who finds Sarah’s body. It is in the shed beside the dock behind the blackened burnt shell of a house in […]

April 11, 2014

“My cousin Jeannie has a nose like a e-le-phant!” It’s true — Jeannie the Meanie does have a nose like an e-le-phant. But no one […]

April 11, 2014

Hail. Everybody hail Augustus. Augustus, who didn’t need glasses; Augustus, my friend. Augustus and I haven’t spoken in ten years, and he is not missing. […]

April 11, 2014

They appeared in the night. Milo heard them first, from outside of his bedroom window — a low buzz, deep buzz, a buzz that sank […]

March 22, 2014

Sunlight. The room is touched with yellow. She rolls over. She is fourteen and her bed is covered in eyelets, a bedspread bought when she […]

January 30, 2014

Like the décor of my old pediatrician’s waiting room, the design of the Insect Inquiry Office at the Connecticut Agricultural Experiment Station (CAES) kindly informs you of […]

January 30, 2014