Short Story
Seascape
My girlfriend has a third eye. It’s in the middle of her forehead. It was hidden underneath her bangs.
Cop and Robber
It was the canal. He’d broken through, broken it, and let it in. To his mother’s backyard. Run, Tommy!
Three Shorts
Its brilliant mirror-surface buildings seem to belie it. Streets vibrant with history. But the city doesn’t exist.
Deer
I forgot for a while that happiness is fragile, that life is made of glass. Maybe I chose to forget those things or needed a rest from knowing them. Once I was reminded, I never forgot again.
The Forgetting Shiraz
‘He wanted to forget the brutalities he’d seen, start a vineyard, a winery. The shiraz seemed an appropriate place to start.’
Tayopa
"Here beat the true pulse of the New World. Here its promises of happiness were given the lie."
The Gulf
In later years I will come to avoid him, but for now, I am eight years old, and the man everyone says is my father is sitting in the living room.