Cecilia Cherry picked her nose. She picked it until it bled, and then she’d scrape at the scabs until it bled some more.
Read MoreMartin Behaim wakes in the humid belly of his own caravel, naked and bound at the limbs. It’s dark as death and twice as cold.
Read MoreRight here, right now. A gentle surf. The clouds retreating. Careful on the wet rocks. A man with an aluminum walking-stick ponders an emerald tide pool.
Read MoreIn July 1804 David Hosack knelt unsteady in the bottom of a rowboat bound back to Manhattan and soaked the knees of his breeches in Alexander Hamilton’s blood. Hosack straddled Hamilton like a field surgeon, like a lover.
Read MoreOn a night like this, on top of the world (which is for the moment the roof outside your latest lover's window, the one with the teeth) you remember something you were told by someone whose face you can’t remember but whose birthday was the same as yours.
Read MoreJanet 1 and Janet 2 shared all the same words. It sounded ridiculous, Oliver knew, but it was as if one Janet spoke to him in anagrams of arguments he’d had with the other.
Read MoreWhen I tell people I’m from Spencer, Iowa, I don’t expect them to automatically know that my hometown was ranked the 10th Best Place to Live in the United States by Relocate-America.com’s “America's Top 100 Places to Live for 2007.”
Read MoreWhen I came to I was lying flat on my back, the waves licking my naked ankles, my hair a mess of slime and seaweed. Placenta coated my pale blue arms, fingers swollen and nails encased in grime.
Read MoreJuly 31, 2013 | Memphis, TN
Chris,
Yesterday I bought a new pair of shoes like you told me. I bought a six-pack of Bud & a bag of Fritos.
That’s Pringreen. There—that mantis of a man propped on the corner with his hand in his pocket, fondling something. A dent in the top of his stovepipe hat as if someone put it there with a single outraged blow.
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