Of Humankind

On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her. She possessed the quality of...

Homecoming

We were always trying to get her attention. “Your mother is busy,” said our father. “She is an important woman.” We ignored him. With his leathery hands, and papery skin, eyebrows like raspberry brambles, and eyes like moths wings, we felt he was largely overrated. He...

Three Enter the Dark Wood

It’s the one about the bears and their blonde: In their many beds I left many cells, called my multiple personalities down, their faces to the sky a slide show of cheap reference, chanteuses orphaned by a wave of bear. Life should have piano accompaniment— so as...