Hopewell

Fiction
She writes at night when sleeping is no longer an option. Words explode in her head like artillery fire in a war miles away, incursions, movements in the darkness, the…

Bubble Time

Fiction
  Today his world was not serene, because just before lunch, Menser lost his cuff key. A pleasing day would be O’Brien working on Max with enough Bubble time to…

The Use of Pain

Memoir
  Pinning As a child I was terrified of bugs, so I made illustrated catalogs of them. Encounters with real insects meant tears and fits, yet I forced myself to…

The Sound of the Crashing

Memoir
  Who’s to say what prompted this. Who’s to say if this display of bodily might, this performance of scorned womanhood, is justified, justifying some wrongdoing, some emotion repressed. The…

The Blue Bull of Bayou Bonne Chance

Fiction
  Maidencane isn’t half as elegant as it sounds. Not even close. When I came across the plant’s name in a copy of Gulf Coast Flora I had checked out…

In Reno

Fiction
  In Reno, coyotes toss half-dead rabbits in the air with their mouths while the pack yips and sings. Emily watches them and listens. The rabbits tumble and spin in…