Patient reports pain related to radiating up the surf. He consumes one gallon of urinary complaints. Patient’s appetite has committed to staying asleep.… more
Patient reports pain related to radiating up the surf. He consumes one gallon of urinary complaints. Patient’s appetite has committed to staying asleep.… more
When Jayce was delivered limp and almost black he hadn’t held his wife’s hand. He scratched his chin thoughtfully as his daughter was resuscitated. Rounded shoulders, arms hanging, he felt guilt. Early in the pregnancy he’d had an affair with one of his students.… more
Death-times-infinity is a very permanent type of death. Really, there’s no coming back from that.… more
Our lives were so empty, we kept track of how many questions we got right on Jeopardy! Whoever got the most questions right, the winner, chose something the loser had to do. It was pathetic. Stupid. But it was something. We were holding on, trying to.… more
She’d come over, jean jacket layered in pins, anarchy and misfits and sonic youth, her red bangs sprayed in a bouffant wave, her red lips smacking hubba bubba. My mom didn’t like it but who can say no to a goddess who at any slight could destroy our whole neighborhood.… more
My parents were always somewhere else that summer. That Friday they convinced the Boy Scout leader to take me in. He said I could sleep in his bed. In the morning, he woke me with tickles under my arms.… more
Graham looked calmly at the much younger and larger man and, for a brief moment, thought a quick throat strike or well-placed leg stomp would be in order.… more
Nick Tuttle always wanted to be a pilot, to sail through the air. … more
Our life need not be… it isn’t… I guess, one beautiful… round… complete… circle, in which beginning and end disappear. But one line added to a bunch of lines. A cluster of beginnings and ends. In that expansive space, Brahmanda, universe of universes.… more
The second law of thermodynamics tells us order never spontaneously triumphs where our lives can be reduced to the ways in which we are dams holding back the flood but to the bright-sider, the optimist, this Sisyphusian task is beautiful to him in its futility.… more