Vladimir came to America from Russia in 1998.             “All of my buddies, they gambles.”             And tonight, he is my Lyft...

Matter is the problem of the house, which is the problem with me. Matter and the problem of the house can be neither created nor...

I’m being deconstructed and reconstructed over and over again. It’s like my life pauses until I’m torn apart and then reassembled. Maybe...

Each night, Meredith places her husband’s blue terry cloth robe next to her in the bed. Before she turns off the dusty bedside lamp and...

Bruce and Mavis, Mavis and Bruce. They blow through my hair like the Holy Spirit. Our double helixes have never danced, but they are...

You perch on a dry dead tree trunk that was rammed into the riverbank during the spring runoff, your feet dangling towards the icy clear...

Tuesday night turned into Wednesday morning, and we were nowhere near home. Me and the boys were always on that pendulum, swinging from...

After their early dinner their last night in Provincetown, they walked to the beach. Light reflected off the water, sprinkled the waves,...

They kept the fucking a secret, as their workplace rules compelled: more difficult than it seemed since between them vibrated a palpable...

We push open the doors that say Masks required, No mask? No service, Mask up—it’s the law. Who looks at signs on doors. Who listens. We...

I find that, in the end, all apartments are the same. In our nondescript living room, my boyfriend Andrew and I watch a film about Nikola...

“I—am—so—sorry,” she says to me. Each word is a pause, a breath, a gift. Gifts that I no longer expected, but still wanted. I want us to...

Tantan chacha swore on Brahma that the doctor had installed Chinese nuts for his old ones. The amicable neighborhood blacksmith could be...

They had spent a week digging the shaft, building a derrick of four beams, each crossing seventy-feet high, snarled with ties and braces...

The first time we met, I was extremely turned on, but also really confused. That’s what happens when you meet a hot ghost. “Hi,” I said....

When I was five, I found myself in the backseat of my stepfather's VW Bug as we hurried to the hospital. My stepfather was in the front...

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...

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...

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