Monkey BrainsElysha Chang
Look, this is how a heart works. The right atrium receives blood from the legs and arms and pours it into the right ventricle
On "Bad Neighbors" by Edward P. JonesDana Johnson
Everyone knows Edward P. Jones’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, The Known World. Or at least they should. Regularly, I find myself talking...
After a restless night—one of many in a restless year–when he awoke several times feeling that he was on the verge of something, a cold...
Shanghai BluesJane Ciabattari
Dr. Yu’s office was festooned with dangling models of vertebrae in various sizes, mostly human in scale, some incredibly tiny
Historic Tree NurseriesLeopoldine Core
Frances was fifty-nine and Peanut was twenty-five, and because of this they were often distracted by the looks of others in public
On "Florida" by Mavis GallantLynne Tillman
In any Gallant story, life or reality is curious, daunting, often frustrating, sad or tragic. And, she’s funny, too, in her way
Rumm RoadAlice Elliott Dark
We didn’t pay attention to the sirens. Our northern New Jersey town is large enough that car accidents, fires, and petty crimes happen every...
Nip and Tuck and The End of the WorldDiane DeSanders
I hate it when Mama cries. Her face screws up and she looks at me with those begging eyes, and then it seems like everything might be about to...
Inland SeaStuart Dybek
Horizon, a clothesline strung between crabapples. A forgotten dress, that far away, bleached invisible by a succession of summer days until a...
I Am a KnifeRoxane Gay
My husband is a hunter.I am a knife.Last deer season, he took me on a hunt with him. At four in the morning, he shook me awake