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Daan means road in Filipino. I didn’t speak Filipino. I learned daan from the guy who checked me in. There was a big damn daan just outside the guesthouse...

The first road sign west of Assumption on Route 101 says Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers. It’s sound advice...

“I just don’t know if I’m ever going to have that kind of real confidence at this point, and I feel like I’m missing out on this, you know, big secret without it.” ...

On lazy, boring, humid Chicago summer nights, the porch embraced us. With nowhere else to go, nowhere else to be, we lingered in happiness. Two, sometimes three, generations...

They are starting to suspect I am the one who burns toilet paper in the third-floor stall. It is me, of course, but I work hard to cover my tracks whenever I burn...

The windows in the rear of the Laundromat were open, but the June breeze that lifted the white wedding bunting tacked to the frames cooled no one, not even the ceiling flies...

I said no to Paris. Declined the opportunity to experience the City of Lights with my love. Where he could buy me roses and champagne and admire Cézanne...

Explain that it’s bigger than you. That she can’t possibly understand because she is young and inexperienced...

My new squeeze is gorgeous. I’m sure. I thought so when I saw her across the bar looking at me and smiling...

People say slut’s a name that sticks, but I beg to differ. I’ve wriggled my way into and out of that one so many times it’s gone threadbare at the thumbs, like an old jersey you just won’t turf out, even when the cat’s slept in it and it’s stained under the arms...

Liss said, we are motel mermaids, we are made of magic. Which sounded better than it actually was, how we were housekeeping for the Blue Haven Motel on an island in the middle of Lake Erie...

They both brought bacon-turkey wraps, but his was heightened with baseball mustard while she had horseradish dijon instead. Their yogurt was Greek, their hummus garlic-infused...

The park naturalist sips on his diet coke and sinks his rather prominent teeth into a jelly doughnut. A strawberry glob falls out of the tail end of the pastry and plops onto his belly that, like overly leavened bread, spills over his belt...

I know before I pull the trigger. This will be a hard kill...

The Cessna Grand Caravan 12-seat seaplane circles a tiny speck in the Andaman Sea on approach. Henrick watches the sky flare into magenta, scarlet, and saffron as dusk closes in...

I’ve often wondered how long I could hold my breath if a life depended on it...

For seven days I walked the streets of Old Havana always in the late afternoon. My goal was to find the light Cuba eradicated, I found it and I loved it...

Buster’s got the post-homicide jitters. The steering wheel feels like a jackhammer in his shaking hands...

In the woods behind her house, Sarah ties a pair of pantyhose stuffed with dog hair to a laurel bush...

When we were growing up, we dug and filled a pond in the woods behind our house, and in the summertime, after lunch on those hot, sticky Southern days, we would pull on our bathing suits and run barefooted through clumps of poison ivy and moss and ferns and touch-me-nots until we threw ourselves off the dry bank into the brown water of the pond...

The first time they let my dad out of jail for a day, we went to look at the National Geographic Wildlife Photo exhibition. It was 2006 and I was ten. Dad was much older...

The first time he sees her she is plummeting to the ground, a stream of chiffon and Chantilly lace. His heart leaps into his throat as he jumps from his seat gasping, arms outstretched, ready to catch her fall...

Pop was everything I thought was great about the world: funny stories and being able to whistle any tune you wanted...

When my daughter raised her hand to slap my face, I had raised mine first, that is true...

I love reading with my fingers. I’m not blind, but I am, weirdly, an avid Braille reader. I learned it years ago, when I had a blind roommate. Actually, I learned it visually first, because the dots cast these tiny shadows that make it possible to see them in the light...

Some days I feel well. Some days I feel like I’m doing so well I should celebrate. I want to rally people and go drink Long Island iced teas. Then I don’t feel well anymore, because I realize that that’s still my go to...

54 days after is the story of one of the hardest lockdowns in the world. Spain has been the second country with more people infected with COVID. Due to the numbers, our Government decided to confine us for two months. This is an intimate photo essay of how we passed it.

With Karli's savings (evaporating like water on hot concrete), we're renting an empty lot jammed between a barbecue place and a mechanic's yard on a hardscrabble block of West Oakland...

We were waiting for rain the day my sister stopped talking...

It was easier to get from one side of the day to the other, Erin had decided, if you gave it a colon, or specifically, something after the colon...

There are many things I do like. The way the light passes through our blinds in the summer in perfect slits. The way the light, like today, in the winter, pours through the folds of our heavy drapes...

The headache never faded. First dip to the knee and a hammer struck anvil behind my eyes...

Their hair was smoking. That's what the kid said. Our eager faces crowded around him, marijuana hovered just above the bleachers...

The farmhouse at the corner of our country road burned, but not down. You’d never guess how badly if someone who knew hadn’t told you. He still lives there, alone now, no woman...

1. My father’s dying. 2. I haven’t seen him in five years. 3. I hate him (maybe that should be number 1) 4. My mother made me to promise to go home for his birthday. 5. His birthday is in less than a month.

I stand, mostly. I stand and wait. I stand among my brothers, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Among my sisters, cheek by jowl. Each to each pressed...

You had to do it. Well, that’s what he’d said, anyway. It was just one of those things you just had to do—the stuff of legends...

This is Caleb's third bar of the evening; it’s his birthday and he might as well enjoy it for all it’s worth...

I am sitting on the floor by the record player, trying to select a track from an LP. Minutes have elapsed as I’ve tried to tee up the stylus to land exactly on the quiet part of the record between the ending of one track and the beginning of the next...

“But who would stab a music critic?” I whispered to David as we huddled with our briefcases in a corner of Bernard Landau’s massive music room...

She had gone through so many different stage names in the course of her long, unremarkable career that Buffy St. Clair had a difficult time remembering who she really was...

The sun is out. It’s a beautiful spring morning for many, but for me it’s the start of another day to fill with busyness...

It was past midnight and Ally had gone to bed. In the living room, Robert sat on the sofa. He leaned forward in the blue light of the television screen, concentrating, tired but not relaxed...

It was the end of the world, and everyone was invited. Mother Earth, the battered woman, had returned to us time and time again, and we always promised that we would do better. But now she’d had enough...

Los Angeles is a city of barbarians waiting at windows, breath held for the crunch of glass on metal. The logic of collision. Silence and appetite...

The day was sunny and birds were chirping happily the moment Hannah was struck in the eye with an arrow at Graymoore Girls’ Camp...

The town was built in a hollow. A dip in the road held the shops and a fast food restaurant, an Italian restaurant and the pubs with their closed doors. The betting shop was on the upward incline...

I’m on break when I get the call from Gram. I listen and nod along, pretending my heart isn’t seizing in my chest. “Keep me posted,” I tell her, and she sighs in exasperation...

The word fed me, and I was made strong...

Sex had improved since they moved to the new place. They hadn’t expected that. It just happened....

When your previously gregarious boy with the infectious smile—the one who at six knew all the big kids in town, who even at fourteen, was adored by adults, who was always ready to take on the world—when that young man begins his long, slow decline, you pray...

The dark hours shift was the only one Stephen had liked, and tonight was his last. The beat patrols were already out around town and the division’s two patrol cars were miles away...

We call it the Spirit Hole, this three-inch gap in the floorboards of our bedroom that jealously watches us live while it only gets to be a hole...

Jocelyn’s burgundy manicure obscures the screen of her new iPhone—she has a hummingbird’s touch. She scans an incoming text, mascara’d eyelashes flickering. “Marlena is a treasure,” she says...

Soon after the bells repeated, announcing eleven o'clock, the last group of visitors appeared: a male adult and child and a female adult and child. They smelled like a family and chattered as much as a flock of currawongs...

It’s a Monday night in October, and the snow has already started again. You slip in your flat-soled boots up the icy dirt road toward the trailer...

Of course, he remembers the goddamn sandwich board...

Catherine Linton has lived above the cemetery on Drakes Bay Lane for as long as anyone, even she, can remember...

Advice is like bitter medicine. Even if it’s good for us, we don’t want to receive it. In all likelihood, if advice were a medicine, it would be a suppository...

For Mitzi, my first wife, it started with a fox mask; the kind made for children that attach with a string of elastic behind the head; pointy ears and snout, holes cut for eyes...

It ate part of the town yesterday, and when Mom and Dad caught me listening to them whisper about it late at night, Dad sat me down and told me that, “I was not—under any circumstances—going to go back there, do you understand, young lady? Because it’s big and dangerous and scary and even the adults don’t know what it is...

From a distance, the first thing I noticed about Claudette and her husband Ezra is they both radiated a strange, beautiful weightlessness...

King said nothing should have that look of sadness in its eyes, not a person nor an animal nor even knots in a pine board, but Billgo had it...

Deep in the stacks, sitting in an empty carrel that wasn't hers, Eleanor spotted a golden ring. It was in the corner under the desktop shelf, nearly obscured by shadow...

The night you called me, I was sitting in my car in Chicago at a light on the corner where Western and Diversey and Elston meet, a six-way intersection with so many confusing directions as three roads cross...

He was thirty-nine years old, un bandido, standing by the gallows. Pronto was his last word...

Wendy was looking at me from across the table, eyes wide and glasses falling off her nose. It was only our third date...

It was the first time the traveling magician had planned ahead for a show. He would go from town to town alone, doing tricks in the parks and empty, rural lots for children passing by.

It was probably past time to get a professional opinion, but I never liked to be told bad news...

I wanted to take a quick moment to thank you for being a fresh.ink reader...

Quiet steps on the carpet of diamonds. First we drape the paper on snow...

She starts training for everything at once: motherhood, the apocalypse, a 5K...

I went to the grand opening of Whole Foods with my friend Denise, and Shannon, of course—I can’t get away from the kid long enough to pee...

Here we are. You told your ma you were at Sandy’s house and she believed you again...

I tried to imagine you at thirty. Curled up in a fetal position in bed, closing my eyes in the fog between wakefulness and sleep, working to conjure an image of a more mature you...

Corinne struggled for breath as if under water, so tangled in the bedclothes that she was unable to kick her way to the surface. She gasped and opened her eyes and then lay still, afraid she’d disturbed Bobby’s sleep.

When Lehumo asked you to meet his father, you were startled but flattered: no man had ever introduced you to anyone.

So, do you remember how it felt like the snow was going to catch up with us?...

I was born in Southern Africa, in a small town near Kimberley, but when I was fourteen, we left that continent on a lavender-hulled steamship called the Stirling Castle and sailed for two weeks over the Atlantic to England...

We are able to return to the lake house in Michigan in late summer after my colostomy bag is removed. I am grateful for life and having been made whole without restriction.

Ink clings to the bristles of Mihiro's brush, hovering over the parchment on top of her varnished heartwood desk. The kanji blossom like flowers in a midnight garden...

It’s strange to think these endless plains formed me. Or at least the oldest, tiniest version of me...

I stood beside Mom in a dried-up sandstone basin in Black Mesa State Park and waited for her to tell me the bad news...

A snooze gently passes through his veins. His mind slips out of the steering...

There was hard drifted snow in the risers of the steps, and black ice on the treads, so that she held my hand for safety as we went down and then kept on holding it as we stepped out, on to the river...

I was on the moon all alone. Looking out the window the weather was always the same—moony. The terrain, too, was all moony. It could have been lovely but for the utter mooniness of it all...

We drove through Tucumcari just after dawn. “Welcome to New Mexico, Sweetheart.” I snapped my gum and nibbled Eddie’s ear, bit too hard when the bus hit a bump and woke him up...

Three nights ago. He sighs and throws two pills of Ibuprofen tablets into his mouth with a gulp of water...

Tanya is walking to school with her friends when she sees a pair of hands on a windowsill. Their elegance contrasts against the run-down building, chunks of rotting wood hanging off the window's frame...

I carry extra weight and acne like battle scars and badges. I read this thing online the other night, something that Updike said after Kurt Cobain killed himself...

My cousins’ farm stretched out behind us, my grandmother’s summer cottage was tucked under a stand of trees that erupted beside a tidal drainage ditch, a ditch that emptied into our broad Creek, then into the Choptank River and the Chesapeake Bay.

On the day of my father’s funeral, I wake up in a twin bed at his house. Liz is still asleep in the identical twin bed across the room.

The biggest scientific advancement of the twenty-first century was not the complicated medical procedure that rendered Oprah immortal, but rather the development of the technology that allowed Oprah to be split infinitely into multiple copies of herself...

A seasonal adventure of hope and love.

Charred timbers and a pair of native stone chimneys marked the site of what I took to be the original farmhouse. The current owner, Eugene McNab, resided in a mobile home up by the road...

She peered through the long blades of grass, pushing herself upright. The sharp tips swayed back and forth, carving drunken calligraphy into the empty blue ocean of a sky...

Your Vermont home is cold, airy. Outside, the mountains that surround your house are dim shadows, silhouetted against the embers of the setting sun...

A cold mist blows over the tips of the pine trees. It coats Eddie’s anorak and soaks his boots. He stands shaking for an hour. A Winnebago passes. It pulls over and stops on the shoulder.

The day closes in on itself, snapping shut like a purse. I’ve been playing in a dusty clearing between our home and the tall pine trees that guard the perimeter of our farm, but now it’s time to hurry back to the house.

A dog is a social animal with a face that asks for your attention, your acknowledgment, your love...

There was a cluster of coats and hats careening over the railing, and when I got closer, I could see what they were looking at. The basin, which had been full of water the last time I’d passed, was drained to the dregs and men in coveralls and tall rubber boots were crawling around in the sludge...

We didn't know how to talk to Troy's new girl. Then again, we didn't know how to talk to the last one, either...

This Viet Kieu comes into my shop usually three, four times a week. He’s in his thirties I think, and each time, he brings with him a new girl, buys her a gift, and they leave together arm in arm...

She thought about him at the oddest times; the thoughts vaguely embarrassing, as if revealing her to be a fraud—something other than a good wife and mother...

My mother was raking leaves in the front yard one late December afternoon, just after a light, sneeze-like rain had fallen over Los Angeles...

All black women got this thrumming thing inside us but don’t nobody notice. Which is understandable if you know the history of the world, but that thrum just sits in our bellies and then one day it comes on so strong that we can’t stop it even if we want to...

Hours before the first light cracks the night and peels back the sky from the earth, from within the darkness of the house I hear the muffled, stirring sounds of a winter morning ritual...

My father was a collector of sorts. Not the kind of man that accumulated cars or coins or anything most people would perceive to be of value...

I’m in this story, though only because I have to be, and I’ve taken liberties to keep my appearance to the barest minimum. The truly important people are Tony and Phil. You’ll need to excuse them both, especially Phil...

Sometimes you look at the world and you can’t understand it for all you try. They tell you the trick is to adapt, to get used to it, to conform. I know that much already...

There were many confounding aspects to Sloane’s suicide that the Drew Mill family could not quite comprehend...

I arrived in Tehran’s Mehrabad International Airport in June of 2001. It was my first time returning to Iran since my family’s escape...

Scrunched one June night between Helen Clark’s screened window and the Clarks’ hydrangeas, their deep blue blossoms the size of his buzzed head, fourteen-year-old Wendell Stone watches Helen’s nightgown drop...

My father’s stock response to every ill was, “If I were you, honey, I’d run, not walk.” The destination was understood: to the nearest psychiatrist...

A friend once confided to me that her difficult and complex relationship with her mother was a product of their long, shared history...

“C’mon Girl, we’ll be late!” Shawn, my housemate, holds the front door for me. We always seem to leave for work at the same time

Alice is 307 years old. Of course this includes the past lives before she was a cat, but mostly, she has lounged on four paws for the better half of her life.

Charlie Fuller eased his rig off of the interstate to a rendezvous with a dead friend. The sun was westering over the Colombia River, but still high above the rim of the Cascades...

We’re in the local grocery store, a chain, and I want flowers. I always want flowers but I don’t know how to love them in a way that keeps them alive so I generally admire them before buying boxed wine and mac and cheese...

After the wedding, Leif could not bring himself to sit down to the piano as he used to do every day. It would be devastating if Rebecca saw what happened to him when he played.

Sanus dreamt a bomb exploded just outside his apartment building. He heard the detonation, then saw the window shatter, the ceiling crumble, and debris scatter across the floor...

A man of six-foot-four needs a sturdier railing to climb the seven stairs from John Hawk’s pub by the river. Even with the cane Ev makes him carry...

My high beams hit the front porch like spotlights on a stage. The cop squints my way. Aunt Martha waves. She’s wearing a puffy down vest over pajamas tucked into winter boots two sizes too big...

I lost my wedding ring. We fought a few nights ago, and he thinks I’m not wearing it because I’m mad at him...

Shrieking wails, carried by the churning wind above, deafens me as the darkness steals my sight...

Nobody wanted to admit the ship was sinking. The walls were all streaked, and about half the ceiling had long since fallen. In mid-September, when the heavy rains came, we found ourselves outnumbered by the leaks...

The dead talk. No one listens, but we talk. We do. Silence is a curse no man, or ghost, can bear...

At 5:25 Saturday morning, Cheryl jumps out of the maintenance man’s pickup in the parking lot across the street from McDonald’s. She walks through the empty lot and around the restaurant, opens the back door with her key and turns off the alarm...

There are 527 steps from our door to your grave...

After the break-in, the front door was open and that’s how we knew, as dark in there as it was on the street and as cold...

It was the day of my annual check-up, and I was confident the doctor would confirm what I already suspected: I was becoming invisible...

Out the house and barefoot now the famous people pop, ping-ping out the door and into the fat of the day. The bricks putty up to meet them, these famous people, bubble up all bready and plush...

He died after just three days. The eleven-and-a-half-foot great white shark was caught off the coast of Japan and taken to the Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium on January 5, 2016. During his captivity, he refused to eat and smashed his body against the walls...

She was mesmerized by the ring, the way it pinched in so tightly, creating an hourglass from the CFO’s bloated sausage finger...

The chosen movie to begin Janine Acorn's annual slumber party for her senior Flower Patch scout troop was Glengarry Glen Ross, a pick from Janine herself, thought to be motivational required viewing for any young Flower Patchian...

Irving Rosen was a sniveling, wiry haired whiner, unpopular with the other high school students, and you really could not blame them. He invited that kind of irritation...

I remember when we sat on your tire swing and watched as the fluffy white clouds swam across the sky.

While searching the barn for the ax, I discovered a wire mesh fox trap under an old tarp. I wiped away the dust and set it up by the barn, hidden beneath a row of shrubs...

On the harbinger nights we collide together around our bar table like it’s driftwood, and it may as well be for how it floats under the surface of wet condensations casing dewy tumblers of drink.

Today was one of those days where the summer wind bakes your scalp while it hikes your skirt up...

We thought Kendra was playing about him being shot in the first place when we heard the news a few days before he died...

Sister Robert Rita holds the flower between her thumb and index finger. We, she believes, are just as lovely...

The boy whips a green hickory nut across the shaded yard, and Dog—a hundred and ten pounds of furred muscle—launches after it. His little sister laughs at the rooster tail of sand thrown by the dog’s hind feet...

Alice parked in the steep driveway of her parents’ house, the house she’d grown up in but not returned to in years...

There’s a piano player in the restaurant on the night Zoe tells you she’s pregnant...

“I met him in Puerto Rico,” I began, as I plunged my hands into the sink full of hot soapy water and pulled up a dish...

Divining a visitor’s identity by sound is a point of personal pride with me. I don’t brag on it. I just like a chance to be right about something without their knowing if I happen to be wrong. Costs nothing. Hurts nobody.,,

“What are you writing?” Carl asked. “Having a wonderful time? Wish you were here?”

“It doesn’t matter that it rains,” a man on the radio says, “if it’s not raining in the right place.” ...

God he was an asshole in the morning. Still in her towel, Gina stamped back to the bathroom. This was not what she’d imagined...

I had been sweating for years. Leaking vital fluid. It wasn’t lack of sex. But something was missing...

Maddie wandered through the house, pausing intermittently to give high scrutiny to some benign object, as she would in a museum. Well, it was a museum…now...

Ten feet of child-powered machine stalls on the sidewalk. Helmets click. We’ve pillaged the garage for things with wheels, mounts, and ramps. Brother rigs the machines while Sister and I discuss rules.

Coral Mines was a small farming town in Oregon. Population: 904, at least before Mary-Beth Coolidge had twins, and Wharton Burroughs died of a heart attack after blowing out the candles on his 74th birthday cake.

She painted with tempera on the kitchen floor, an old roll-up window shade soaking up the excess. Painted with confidence and abandon. Here a dragon, there a mermaid, recognizable to her alone...

I’m pouring syrup on my pecan waffle when I feel someone pull my hair. This little baby girl, in a child seat behind me at the restaurant, is drawing my strands to her mouth...

Just before the train emerges from the tunnel comes a breeze that swells into a gust and then a wind. Some mornings it’s hot, others cool...

The same Saturday I packed up and moved out, I invited my wife to this French film about divorce...

The underground tattoo parlors are strange places at night, caught in limbo. The prismatic neon halo scratches my corneas as I sit in the waiting area, itching all over at the prospect of the next design I’m going to have etched on my skin...

My mother saw the raccoon first. She was chopping veggies in front of an open window, hoping for a breeze because it was August, already hot and sticky before ten in the morning.

Jane placed a dog treat on her windowsill and sat back as a raven emerged, grabbing the treat with its talons and flying out of sight...

I awoke in écarté. My left arm curved around the pillow and up to the headboard and my right foot arched toward tightly pointed toes...

It was the first hot week of the summer, but the sunlight falling through the balcony door, filtered through the net curtains and the big green leaves of the chestnut trees outside, lay softly on the parquet floor...

I cry in public parks a lot. We’re in the middle of a five-year drought and I want to do my part. It helps, in small amounts, the equivalent of planting herbs in pots on the kitchen counter or making a vertical garden...

Gus. Crazy Gus Meyerson and his now famous foot fetish...

Herr Köhler is a handsome man, all jaw, rigorous cloud-gray eyes that darken and mist as he speaks of his wife. Frau Köhler—the object of his sorrow—lies in an elegant, parable-caliber state of repose on the stretcher beside him...

He friended me just after Thanksgiving, Week 13 of regular-season football this year. He wanted to know if I was the same Lisa who studied marine science at a certain East Coast college for a summer semester back in the early ’80s. I was. I am...

“…to ask about the syllabus later. This morning, we’ll get to know each other.” The professor interlaced his long white fingers and cinched them tight across his chest. “First, I want to know why you signed up for our program.” ...

Some people I have known left things behind out of pure haste and some simply because they forgot where they’d put them all. And then, there were others—like Faisal Hussein—who left things behind on purpose just to ask for them back later...

I was riding Bay Lady through La Belle, New Mexico—the town in the TV series, Godless, when my headboard smacked my head and woke me up...

The bus stinks of sweat and sunscreen. The shaft of sun through the window burns the color out of the seats and I grip the handle thinking about art...

She expected their date to be magical, which she thought was reasonable, considering he was a magician...

“Liz is gone. Ain’t nothin’ I can do about that.” It’s the only thought that don’t slip out of my head before I finished thinking it...

Bertha was in a contemplative mood this morning, the first of another new year and the day her husband had proposed to her so many years back. She stirred her granola again, put the spoon down and looked at her hands...

She calls him “Daddy” as he dresses, and this, for him, is the worst kind of truth she has ever uttered. The word is a stray bullet, piercing his starched white shirt and red silk tie, the armor he carries like a shell...

The sky was Dad’s roof. He was homeless. I had often wondered where he’d go when it rained. What was it like outside the day he died?

His rib twinged on inhale. Street lamps lit the night waxy and the air smelled of damp asphalt—it must have rained that evening. It was quiet on the roof...

Blankness is a language I’ve been writing in for years. Where I come from, girls are only called girls because they weren’t born boys...

Galactic gray whales’ migratory patterns and simple, loud vocalizations make them perfect subjects for study when mapping the universe...

The Royal Experience Cast Member Handbook and Procedure Guide recommends that if there is a natural catastrophe of any kind (e.g. hurricanes, tidal waves, icebergs) that cast members of Royal Experience Cruises are to remain as calm as possible in order to prevent possible hysterics or rioting among the passengers...

Henry Trumble carried around a little void. He kept it in his pocket with his keys and spare change, and almost never took it out until the day his mother died...

The only women I knew growing up who never married and never had children were nuns. That a woman would choose a single life was strange to me, akin to something like a black walnut tree...

Tonight, I cried and cried and cried. I haven’t cried like that in years. Not like that. Not since Petey… well, the funeral...

Faced with the overwhelming concept of “having it all,” our mothers bucked at the idea and clamped back down on the vision of young weddings, fresh babies, and the expensive photos of us in our white gowns feeding cake to our blue-eyed husbands, who faked crying when they saw us appear at the head of the aisle, bedecked in veil and tulle...

On the Muslim festival of Eid, a sister misses her brother and a mother remembers her son who's went missing five years ago.

While perusing a book of Robert Browning poetry, I spotted out of the corner of my eye, movement on the opposite page...

Unlike most of their kind, the six, mirrored elevators in this skyscraper didn’t drop the internet connection once he was locked inside.

Notes on seeing men, the eros of presence, and the perils of being the perfect stranger...

All your life you have dreamed of catching the ball and now, at last, it is time to begin...

“Is it worth your lives?” his father had asked him, repeatedly. “Your lives? A bullet for a few billion leaves?”

My mother has just left the dressing room—breathless after a string of instructions about greetings, pacing and organ cues. But there is no escape for me...

Back before I gave up leather stitching for flesh or knew the nature of regret—fragile like the curve of skin between the thumb and pointer finger, a web so thin, it can rip open under the weight of paper—I was a scarecrow...

I have a house. I have a home, I live somewhere, but whenever I visit my parents, I say I’m going home...

The house smelled as it burned. It was a sickly smell, sweet in an unsatisfying way...

Wake up hungover, either alone living in a motel as a result of an impending divorce/trial separation (she kept the house), or next to a half-naked woman you’ve met/picked up/had sex with in the previous six hours...

Maddie darted across the bedroom carpet in her baby doll PJs, jumped up onto the chair and threw her stuffed pony into Carlotta’s face. “I won’t, Mommy. I don’t want to get into the box.” ...

I should have shoplifted more while I was pregnant...

Sunrise pain. The sore place on her back where Angelique rubs her fingers, pressing the butt of her hand and kneading, hurts too deep for the warmth of blood to heal...

I’m a good dad. I’ve played cricket and football and Frisbee with my boys. We’ve done crazy golf on the most ill-conceived and decrepit course in the known universe. Paddle boats and kayaks...

Becky’s voice had the nasal rasp of someone who’d been crying. “He’s at the cottage now, Fred, but he’ll be going into the hospital next week.” ...

I saw another Einstein today. Just peddling down Sycamore Avenue on a bicycle. As if we didn’t have enough, and here was another one, large as life...

“The coffin, the casket, whatever. We need a bigger one, right?” The words disappear down the crackling phone line...

It was late July, the hottest part of a dry California summer, and there was a piranha in the lake. I was ten...

Barbara is reading a novel. It's Sunday, just after nine p.m. Her husband enters the living room, drying his hands on a dishcloth. He says: "There's someone at the door."...

At first the bears were standoffish, not rude exactly, but distant, reserved, protective of their privacy. Ray had been warned about feeding them, but that was far from his mind anyway...

When I was a child, my friends always told me that Tony Putnam was a real loon, a really out-there space case...

Susan Wolfenbarger’s hand had recently begun behaving badly. Of its own volition, it jumped and danced, especially at critical moments...

Jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey stains his white shirt, the paisley print tie, a present from his granddaughter Michelle last birthday. Or was it Father's Day? No matter. He is drunk; his plans have gone awry and the hour has grown very late...

Diego used oils to make a woman he'd never seen. Nevertheless, it was a woman he loved...

Chùsi is ten today, double digits, an achievement marked by the coming-of-age sacrament of frybread with sprinkles and icing for breakfast. Cupcakes are scheduled for three o’clock, but Chùsi got what she came for...

At June's daycare, which ran for twenty-one years without a license, she had up to eighteen kids in and out of her Cape Cod each day...

The back of his shirt was sticking to the car seat, and it wasn’t noon yet. When the road plowed through forest, Garlan Hamilton slowed during the stretches of shade...

It's not like I'm Catholic, or even religious. But this time I'm awake when the Madonna appears, so I know it's not a dream...

The problem with telling entrepreneurs that anything is possible is that they conclude that their mobile app for tracking cat moods could land them on the Athens Stock Exchange...

She is clothed and he is naked. He keeps squeezing her shoulders as the showerhead soaks her hair only. He is dry. He looks at her. Then he becomes a shark, balancing upright on his tail...

Historically, there is wind, a hand for a weapon, floods and sacrifice, a woman carried off against her will...

Painting on copper plate was tricky, thought Peter. Though, as promised, it produced a smoldering, luminous under-glow, imbuing subtle, shimmering warmth to the face in his portrait...

Day after Thanksgiving. Airport in my hometown. The fluorescent lights make it feel like we're in a boring imagination. My daughter Celia is asleep in my lap and we're surrounded by people in a hurry to leave family they didn't want to see for more than twenty-four hours. People firing their past lives...

I know that they will appreciate seeing the hydrangeas in the window before they step through the door. I trim their stems over the kitchen sink and fluff their leaves out of the top of the vase...

August and miserably hot. Unbearable, sweltering heat. The air's too thick to breathe, never mind prance around in a ratty wig and face paint...

Old Mr. M. M. Nair anticipated his death for quite long—every breath was his last, every sunshine a new beginning—and so he lived, alone in Delhi with the lizard who wasn't his, surrounded by a billion people that he had learned to call his own...

The kangaroo paws reach into the spring sky, grasping and murderous red. The white concrete brings out the greens of the native plants, standing at attention in rows outside the aged care home...

During the summer holidays when I was twelve, my neighbor shot his three sons...

“I promise I wasn’t trying to kill myself. I’m really just that stupid,” I told my mom...

When we first meet the two protagonists in the appropriately titled The Marriage of the Theatre Critic to his Wife, they are grunting through an orgasm in a dreary studio apartment...

It's late, and we still have to make it through one more night together...

The first stick grew from my belly after my third husband died. Not all my husbands died. Just the third one...

We're standing on the sidewalk outside Shirley's apartment. Jimmy says it'll be the usual. Five minutes in-n-out...

The day that Elmo came to visit the Pentagon was the same day that the women from the Office of Human Capital Initiatives put on a fashion show, which also ended up being the day I had an anxiety attack and wore my government-issued gas mask for the first time...

I won my almost-husband in a game of poker...

We had just gone on first break when Gerald asked me if I thought you should take it seriously if someone you knew said she was going to kill herself...

She couldn't choose between one balloon planet or two. Saturn with its lush rings beckoned to her like a siren in the sea, but she pitied Uranus a bit because it wasn't much to look at and had an unfortunate name...

My father was an east coast Jew who headed west out of desperation and a romantic notion of finding himself by wandering amongst ranchers and riflemen...

Again the game is Run from Rebecca. It's where they chase her around the playground and scream out her name, and run away as soon as she turns on them. Run from Rebecca, they run and they scream...

Sometimes, I visit my wife's gallery showing just to listen to her pre-recorded mission statement...

They were not who Milwaukee's meat-lovers expected to find behind the counter of the new butcher shop...

I heard wearing black to weddings was inauspicious, so that must have been why I was vomiting into the hotel's hydrangea bush while my brother kissed his bride five stories above...

Soon I will be left behind. This I know. This I see.

The tree was the only thing Salvador could see before the horizon. It was a relief to the eye in the desert pitted with craters and rocks...

Aimee knew that being the executor of her mother's will was a bad idea from the get-go...

I'm waiting for you in Paris. Waiting in the Champ de Mars, the park next to the Eiffel Tower. Standing on a patch of grass, wearing a tuxedo, and holding flowers...

Hey Margie, I sent a check to St. Cecilia's yesterday. I thought you should know. I don't have your email or anything, so I hope you and your lawyer husband still live in that same McMansion where you had the reception for the reunion.

There are no practice rooms in the old band building, so they use Mr. Hammond's office for private lessons, the walls cushioned with foam to dampen the noise...

There is nothing like the smell of Santeria. It is a distinct smell that jolts me into my body the second I find myself enveloped in it: one that suggests cleanliness—in every respect—but with a little magic mixed in...

I need a creature in my life, so today I went to the pet store. There were puppies (too jumpy) and cats (too aloof) and guinea pigs (too smelly). There was a red-tailed boa, and she was it...

They were on a dirt road travelling south. Rick was driving fast, and the RV kicked up whole atmospheres of dust behind them...

I'm remembering this: grownups do not like Dear Boy...

"King," my son calls out to me. We are on an old Greyhound bus that rocks back and forth through America like an unsteady amusement park ride...

At this point it was very hot. On the way out the stretcher popped one of the balloons. If it hadn't been startling no one would have noticed. Under the circumstances no one cared...

I noticed her heel-click-hip-twist hourglass silhouette as we walked toward bright light at the end of a long corridor between Terminal B and Terminal C...

The film was about making a drama, which was about making a thriller, which was about making a comedy about the making of a horror flick...

You tear away your human suit. To free the animal. So it will breathe, and breed...

Two-year-old Lulu tottered on the end of the diving board, her red tutu quivering as she backed away from the brown and gold rattlesnake...

The artist living in Valerie's ribcage would like to know if she could please try to tone it down with the rough sex...

You've thought about jumping...

I got into the Sackman Street Boys gang by a fluke, thanks to Deanna Miller, who found a rusty razor blade in the courtyard of our building and tested it out on the fleshy part of my arm...

I was in the backyard filling one of the bird feeders with my daughter when our new neighbor knocked on our fence...

When I found out I was sick I was happy. I mean, I was depressed for a couple of weeks, but then I started to look on the bright side...

Georgie is twelve and doesn't give a...

This is a work of fiction. This is not a work of fiction...

At the airport I have to make a phone call for someone to pick me up because my mother is at the hospital with my father, who has had a stroke...

When I told Daniel the lime margarita tasted like a menthol cigarette, he asked me what that even meant. "Astringent. Sharp. Antiseptic." ...

In a split second they become so obvious, the two things that I realize. The first is that I'm pregnant, the second is that I don't know how it happened...

Marty Kepler sat hunched over the table all afternoon. Like the rest of the furniture in his temporary home, the table was cheap, its chairs mismatched. He wondered what Fritjof would have made of it all, of him, working on one of his "sad little stories" in the dining room of the famous writer's childhood home...

I wanted to cook something simple and not necessarily typical of Colombian cuisine for the occasion: maybe pasta pomodoro or beef with asparagus. As soon as I heard my dad was being released from prison, I bought a ticket to Colombia and rented an apartment so we could spend some time together...

"It wasn't the mall," I hear Jessica say. "He left her at a Safeway. Tied up in the trunk of her car." ...

The first couple of days back on land after a voyage were always difficult for Viktor Krysanov. He had never suffered from seasickness, even when he was a student at the Marine Academy...

Brown. Everything brown. Brown is the weight and hue of this city...

When I saw him standing six-foot-six in the sun-light glare of the Texarkana Greyhound station, I thought, That must be how other people see me, so tall...

Because you've made me watch The Godfather eighteen times but won't watch Gone with the Wind with me...

Lola, I called her. Her skin milky blue, her tiny fist curled around my hands. They let me hold her for a minute, let me bury my head into her yeasty body, still warm...

As boys, Charlie Coughlin and Mike Benton knelt beside parked c­ars on the neighborhood's street curbs to twist small caps, no bigger than a pinky finger, off of tire valves and pocket them...

Winter came late to Deep Meadow Bog the year Mr. Barnes took sick. December never really happened...

It began snowing in the night. By morning twenty-eight inches had fallen, and it still snowed...

His sister traced the first words of the Quran with her soft fingertip. The boy held the book while she held Manel, rocking the infant in her small arms...

We were dressed to match the décor, pink peonies floating in glass bowls of water and gold glitter...

The line of wash crackles in the freezing salt wind. "Stiff as boards," Ma says as she unpins the ice-encrusted flannel shirts, letting them fall like planks of cedar into the old tin bath she uses as a laundry basket...

I had to walk away. The stairs would only ever go up and up and up...

Roots probes a husband's jealousy.

I loved your book, so romantic and tender. Bittersweet, I think that's the right word. It's plain as day you know desire...

Kidnapping the old woman taught me far more than the respectable methods of Maximilian Delphinius Berlitz ever could. Kidnapping her goat was a boon I couldn't have foreseen...

His decline is gradual, but a mother knows. Giant teddy bear hugs become limp, and the child turns his head, leaving a parent's kiss floundering fishlike in the air...