Fiction

Taffy of Turvyland

Taffy of Turvyland

The whole thing—to do it and to bring her here, home where the back room is empty, clean, with burglar bars covering windows on banana plants in the alley, all that:  Jon’s idea. We’ve laid in a supply of Depends …

The Scar

I have a friend who has always been thin. Both Sasha’s parents, well into their fifties, are lanky, and, for as long as I have known Sasha—into our earliest years of schooling—her parents have been this way, pale academics, who …

Bandana

My father wears dark bandanas. That’s his thing. The one time I saw his head without one, I was ten, passing by the cracked door of his room, and there his bare head was, like a floodlight, round and direct …

The Last Eunuch

The Last Eunuch

In the afternoon three things happened to bother me. In order:

1)  I read a Times article about the last eunuch of the Chinese emperors dying alone in a Beijing temple. Most eunuchs had saved their “three precious” in jars …

Spider Lilies

Spider Lilies

It happens in our sleep; we wake one otherwise normal morning to find the Garden District lawns overrun with towering green stalks and weird red blooms, delicate and menacing. When the owner of Holiday Heaven on Government Street committed suicide …

Late Shift

I steal home in the morning to find my younger brother on his knees. Pike’s fingers are jammed into something that looks like an engine. There’s newspaper covering the floor, and he wipes the grease off his hands before eyeballing …

Bigger

Bigger

Technically, the condition was inoperable. The doctors had never seen anything like it and neither had the dressmakers.

The girls lived in the old farmhouse on the top of the hill with their sweet mother Linda. It’s not the kind …

Mud

Out in the Haitian countryside we came upon, I guess, a mud puddle, but it was an enormous Haitian one and there was no getting around it. It was just the two of us, me and Ti-Jacques, and I remember …