The Empty Chair

[ydn-legacy-photo-inline id=”232″ ] [ydn-legacy-photo-inline el_id=”23991″ ] What’s the point? wonders Jack, laying out knives with their blades facing the plates, the little desert forks across […]


An old lady died at work the other day. Rick was ringing her up her groceries and she was getting her wallet out to pay, […]


There is more noise on the bus than anywhere else. I know because Mama and Siyanda and I sit on it every morning. There is […]


The moon was as full as Ari’s womb. Sky and skyscraper traced the rows of stenciled water with purple silver light. It was a dirty […]

The Catechumen – First Place, Wallace Prize for Fiction

A baptismal font is not a font. This occurs to me as I take my place beside the pedestal. I run a finger along the […]

Clever Title – Third Place, Wallace Prize for Fiction

For Herblin. Thanks for all the help, old dog. (And for Cindy…) THE MOUSE IS feisty today,” y’all will have said. The sun will have […]

The Affairs

Gustav and Leon met at Falafel King. Gustav was a closet smoker, Leon a nude model. They came to tolerate these alter egos, each secretly […]

The Laundress

In the year with no summer, the native women take to their fields in the nude. The missionaries protest and the Christian women are appalled, […]

The Loss of a Frequency

Cimone borrows a car for the drive to the airport, an old green Chevy that belongs to a friend, even though it has been more […]


Kate tells him that she wants a beer to bear her name so she might meet the lips of a thousand young men. Lev is […]

Fiction – Running Young

So it’s four hours to the border, then another three down to Ensenada, and freedom by sunrise. Right now, we’re just heading out of San […]