You better believe she doesn’t give two craps about his whereabouts or well-being; she just wants to make him feel guilty about being a bad dad, as if it’s his fault she’d kicked him out for yelling too loudly at the TV.… more
You better believe she doesn’t give two craps about his whereabouts or well-being; she just wants to make him feel guilty about being a bad dad, as if it’s his fault she’d kicked him out for yelling too loudly at the TV.… more
One morning, Gregor Samsa woke from a night of uneasy dreams to find that he had become a series of questions and answers on an exam.… more
Once he made his first million, he disassociated from the outside world and got deeper into the game. I suspect the diaper thing started after he had at least six million in the bank.… more
Whatever I need? Jeff Bezos is there. Cement? Shovel? Flesh-eating acid? He delivers it right to my door. Because this isn’t my first rodeo, and Jeff has already supplied all my tools, I probably don’t even need his help for this one.… more
What kind of embrace led to your conception? Was it loving? Mechanical? Or a drunken bed rattler? Does the spirit in which the effort is undertaken affect the outcome? Everyone has a story, but my father couldn’t tell his. He lacked the guts to write about what he knew.… more
Arms rise towards the sky, a foil bubble of helium floats over the yard, higher and higher. It causes quite a commotion, bunches of convicts looking up like children. Some laugh; others watch in silence. I try my best to memorise it in detail. And then it’s gone.… more
Calvin looked kind of pretty, with his plumes of curly hair, sprawled in the grass, surrounded by a ring of white clover blossoms.… more
Ellen has chicken in her mouth when the president is shot. Momma has chicken, Andrew has chicken, we’re all eating chicken.… more
He watched her staring out the window above the sink, her face opening and closing, lost in two radically different futures that flicked back and forth in her mind. The forcefield between realities quivered. He’d never felt more hopeful or more lonely.… more
“‘The curse,’ as my grandmother put it, landed my father in prison. He’d almost killed a guy with a golf club over a fifty-dollar poker debt. Ma never let us visit. Our father became a choice: you have a collect call from an inmate at USP Otisville; do you accept these charges?”… more