Sergio’s lovers give him many gifts. His two-bedroom luxury apartment is a recent milestone in his relationship with Cass; he’s only lived there for a year and it has yet to feel like home, but he doesn’t complain. He knows what it’s worth.
Read MoreJoy had been aware of the bees since the summer she accidentally ripped the towel holder from the bathroom wall. At five years old, she’d learned to run her own bath, to clean herself until she smelled of green soap, to dry and dress without anyone acknowledging that she had done it.
Read MoreI go by Fantastic. I live in a gambling town in no part of the country you’d ever want to know. Tragic. That's the name of our casino. Tragic. Never the. The carpet’s all wet and the place reeks with “Greg” (our name for Tragic’s footy meth stink).
Read MoreOn the morning of the three-year anniversary of our mother’s death, my older sister Anne calls to tell me she’s two weeks late.
Read MoreWhen the suicides start in my kindergarten class, they’re just a game. Last Sunday, Krista’s grandmother pulled a radio into her bathwater to prevent the Parkinson’s going any further, so
Read MoreThe personal assistant to the twin wrestling superstars is sitting in the folded-open backseat of a black SUV, listening to Jessie worry.
Read MoreMy mother laid eggs. Each morning, she woke and found them warm between her legs, the shells protected by the soft rippled skin of her thighs. They were sky blue and rose pink and the soft purple-gray of early mornings. She nested with them in a pile of blankets on her bed.
Read MoreThis is a day she hasn’t known to expect, when her husband will die. When she died, her husband brought her back; but when he dies, choking on a forkful of steak, she cannot do anything but watch.
Read More“Everyone should celebrate life,” says Guru Jon. “I have a letter here from a person who is dying. I won’t name their name, but they are in the terminal stages of stomach cancer. Their message to you? Be kind. That’s how you celebrate life.”
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