People die every day. That’s what I kept telling myself anyway—anything to explain why we put Lisa in the ground this morning, why a...

The crop duster was named for his mother’s ornery great uncle, Hawthorne Eustis Middleton. Young Hawthorne never took to it. When he was...

CW/TW: Historical racism In memory of Sarah Rosetta Wakeman (AKA Lyons Wakeman) (1843-1864), who died in hospital while serving with the...

I Today I intend to document how the middle-aged, physically fit and balding Tully Lieberman lived in a house on the very edge of the...

When she emerged from the elevator, he was surprised to see that she was alone. Usually, she was with her husband, on the way to a book...

I’ve got the number on Lou. I can tell you his routine, his habits, how and when he laughs and who he spends his time with (no one) and...

Walking through Melinda’s apartment, Alice decided the bathroom would be the best place to hold a private conversation. The apartment...

Joe walks past the grey-painted cinder block walls and numbered steel doors to introduce himself. The young corrections officer staring...

“Ugh.” I don’t know what woke me up just now, but my head feels like there’s an overweight clown with leaden boots performing cartwheels...

I try to stay away from maddening people, better than I used to be at spotting them, but Alejandra called after her accident. “Bad enough...

I was lucky to survive sixth grade. It was the same year the Plaza de Toros Monumental was demolished just across the border. It was a...

I sat in my six-month-old, three-quarter-ton pickup with the air on and watched as streams of people came and went from the single-story,...

Madeleine cradled my ankles in her arm pits, my body bent into a crescent, legs long and oiled, feet bare in the customs of Smoke City...

They found us in the hot tub. Naked. Yulia had the place to herself. They left for the weekend but her mom got sick and they came home...

Three roads lead out of Nome, Alaska. We’ve tried all three, dead-ending in Eskimo villages and endless miles of tundra. So what now? ...

I envied her. I wanted to be her. I wanted her house, her clothes and her car. I had a house, clothes and a car but hers were better....

Image titled "Honeycomb" by Britt Freda. Courtesy of Britt Freda. He was there to clean the ashes. His clingy orange bodysuit was...

For years I’ve been trying to understand my feminine side. I don’t just mean being more empathetic and compassionate, or trying to...

“Alexa has an Italian accent.” ​ Ted turned off the hair drier. “An option when I downloaded her artificial intelligence upgrade, free...

one. After his mother’s funeral we went back to my parents’ house. Everyone else was still at the reception. I let him fuck me on...