Fiction

The gel is cold and slippery and reminds me of gob. Why is it cold? It should be warm, I think, lying on the table. The ultrasound technician runs a…

“Do you still need me, viejo?” “Just stay nearby,” James says, sliding his long legs out from under the sink, then jumping up with the kind of wiry energy I’ll…

They took my shoe laces first. Better to not have temptations, I guess, but I wanted to tell the hospital attendants who flocked around me that strangulation had never been…

Her friend would spend the day trying to set things straight. He would hug an armful of dirty clothing against his chest and face, smell the slight dank stink of…

My girlfriends have pulled an intervention on me, and I am trying to be grateful. I don’t know what I am missing, they say. I don’t understand the scope of…

Dogs. Everywhere. Filthy, mangy, skinny mongrels. They pant in the scarce shade. They scratch at fleas in the pitted, dirt road. The taxi driver almost hits a few roaming mutts…

You wake up one morning and decide it’s time to have a child. This is it, you tell your husband of many years. It’s time. “Sex all the time?” he…

Allie had been grieving since she lost the babies. Dr. Ballister prescribed an anti-depressant to help her through, and she swallowed one whenever she felt caught in the wake-dream where…

There’s a group of shops in the city, huddled along a few quaint city blocks, very different from the Starbucks, Gap and McDonald’s a half-mile up the street. Hebrew signs…

The television is loud. My tea is cold. Two more complaints to rhyme with loud and cold, and I’ll chuck it all to become the next Dr. Seuss. Do you…

I’ve always been real proud of my feet. They’re sitting up there on the dashboard of this old Firebird as we drive through the desert. Lou’s flooring the gas, but…