
Springsteen Down Aisle Five
Three days after Emma’s breakup I decided to check in on her over the phone. She missed my call but rang back ten minutes…
Read MoreThree days after Emma’s breakup I decided to check in on her over the phone. She missed my call but rang back ten minutes…
Read MoreONE: There are only so many bottles of pink nail polish, too many minuscule toenails to be painted a delicate shade of Peptol-Bismol rose….
Read MoreThe print man is my friend. We have whispered conversations about paper stock over the phone. He speaks with a lisp. I’ve never seen…
Read MoreThe next morning I can’t get the door to the dorm to lock properly, and I have a feeling in myself that wasn’t…
Read MoreI butter the popcorn. I clean the butter machine. I bend down to pick up the credit card that an old man just threw…
Read More“Gosh, uh, hi – hello.” The microphone thumped and squealed, which was far more adept at gathering the room’s scattered concentration than the tiny…
Read MoreAnthi was dreaming the color orange. It painted the backs of her eyelids like a sunset, corner to corner. The tangerine on her bedside…
Read MoreIt was winter when I went to the strip club, a few months after graduation. After ten minutes – are you here for a…
Read More“Don’t you think she’s adorable?” Conversation floods around you in full, un-subtitled glory. Your father, normally stiff-limbed and red-faced, holds court over a pot…
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