Boy, brush your teeth. Two minutes, two times. Floss is cheap here, and we’re going to use it. Boy, bury the soup bones deep, deeper than the scavengers can dig or smell. Six feet deep. Boy, don’t forget how much …
New Fiction
Full of Grace
If only the sun can take its sizzling eyes off Ujuamara and go bother someone else. Vehicles and motorcycles, wheelbarrow pushers and trekkers parade the street, raising dust, selling this, selling that, laughing (how dare they?). But in Ujuamara’s world, …
The Last Great Artist of Moscow
There’s nothing lonelier than breakfast on a broken heart, so Yuri’d gone to work hungry. A real starving artist, just like that asshole Stepan had wanted. Only now, standing in the middle of the forest outside Moscow State, dressed as …
Cake
The baby was sleeping when the front door slid open. Rachel was in the kitchen baking a cake, rummaging in the cupboards for icing sugar. She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and when she turned, …
The Lady Baguette
She didn’t mind, she told me– to nourish, to sustain– this is the role of the mother, and how the body is made. Women who become mothers nurse their children, and mothers who become baguettes nurse the world. Should I …