Oh, Mary dressed in water. I followed you into the river. There – a seizure. Thoughts vaulted from […]
short fiction
People on the roads and in the gardens. Sunny bunnies eyes, hands, sounds of whispers of people, plants, […]
Near Where the Rector Had Stood I had to get away from my program, which had turned stifling, […]
It is Saturday morning when Wayne hears a knock on the caravan door. He is awake but still […]
It’s raining. Two women come indoors. We have been expecting them: Sadie and Madeline. Sadie’s online application has […]
She had darkly freckled hands. Her fingers had the weight of age. She counted her change as though […]
There are two ways of going about promiscuity: either you belly flop into a haphazard, frantic fuckfest in […]
Just down a flight of stairs and behind an unmarked door lives the greatest miracle of our time: […]
Last year, Stephen Lynch and Young Rader made the shortlist for the Desperate Literature Prize for Short Fiction […]
Rosary beads, in Feroza Bibi’s house, usually came out for two reasons: for prayer in life, and for […]
