A journey punctuated by stinks. Crossing a street in Jackson Heights in Queens mother and son drifted from open-sewer smell at one corner to the reek of piled garbage at the next. All manner of mechanized traffic on slush begrimed …
Fiction
Slo Girl, Jazzy, and Me
If you was to ask Slo Girl, she was to say that she discovered blue religion on a Saturday morning, when she landed flat on her back, ankles twined improper, under a sunny kinda someone; her first reaction upon landing …
A Butcher Fantasy
It is dark inside the cow. Space is limited; you can crouch or curl or squat on your haunches. My favorite position is fetal: chin down on my stomach, knees drawn up in a tight ball. I sleep like that …
Monkey
Like all good things this is chewed on. That’s her tongue in my cheek, curled up with my family and me. That’s her voice, those are her teeth biting my caution and wrists. She says we know what we’re doing, …
D
D talked about South Africa like it was one of his brothers who’d been taught, since birth, to hate himself. Like Harold, his mother’s bastard son, or William, who had sex with the nanny as a child. He told their …
Sirens
During the weeklong first-year orientation activities at the University of Nairobi, freshers are constantly reminded that this university is the best university in Africa, south of the Sahara and north of the Limpopo. This phrase is used to confirm the …
Lucama Youth
Beth Watson
We helped her as often as we could. We brought leftovers when the foodstamps ran low and we gave her rides when possible. She was the youngest of six, the only girl. She slept on a mattress on …
Fetus with a Special Purpose
(from Stories to Read Aloud to Your Fetus)
You were totally not supposed to exist seeing as how the Bikers for Christ Chief said I was too young to have babies. He had a super-big, movie-style bike which I rode …
Pop-Ups
My wife and I can’t agree on which shade of gray to paint the dining room. She blames my Baptist childhood.
“It makes communication difficult.”
My heart is in the wrong place, but my head bows in contrition.
She prefers …
The Funeral Party
We
request
the honor of your presence
on this August afternoon at the
funeral party
of
our
dear
Dwayne Hummel
Stannis Funeral Home
RSVP
Fourteen-year-old David was now the very last Hummel. He clung to the wall like a snail, …