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Dear Susie: There are customary ways to begin a letter and end it, to address the envelope and set i
I pull up in front of Stanley’s four-story Los Feliz apartment building at 2:57 ayem Angie and Jack
When the woman flips the visor down, a weak glow flickers on around the mirror. She reaches above he
If I’m gonna tell this story, I’m gonna have to start with the men. In Queensland---right in the mid
Another black. A mere illusion, Leopold knew, but he flinched out of the half-naked nigger’s path an
Tom wasn’t fiction. He was not a lie. He was a higher truth, something we invented to encapsulate a
Uncle Reggie couldn’t afford to fly to Ireland to find a selkie wife, so instead he drove across the
A kid in a baseball cap and a Ninja Turtles t-shirt is sitting on the park bench, swinging his legs.
I first saw the demon the Sunday after you died. It was 11:53 p.m. Just seven minutes until I would
The woman is a mound of dirt and rags pushing a squeaky shopping cart; a lump that moves steadily, s
Josh Hagee took a chair as the school counselor composed herself on the other side of the desk. He n
I’m not in the photograph. I was off to the side, picture of disinterest, smoking a cigarette, watch
They say goodbye. They say it with a strange smile like a kid who overheard a secret. But they don’t
Grandmother died when I was seven and aliens raided the village. Their long guns fired out of nowher
I don’t read much, out here on the highway, but I remember everything I’ve read. And here’s somethin
Outside was too big. Eric felt like an ant crawling on the surface of a volleyball, as if the big wh
Hand in hand, your family and some friends stand in a circle around your father. Ten seconds have pa
The hike hadn’t been Ella’s idea. Of course it hadn’t; nothing about this holiday was. It was Nick w
They took shelter outside of Boulder, in a cookie-cutter subdivision that had seen better days. Five
Buildings were built, in the beginning, everyone knows, to hold the dead down. Every cellar floor wa
