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
Death Be a Hot Fudge SundaeMerrill Joan Gerber
Three babies were born to me in five years. It seemed, when I was young, the only worthwhile thing to do, making those sturdy, well-designed pieces...
Hacia TeotitlánDagoberto Gilb
The last time Ramiro Areyzaga was in Mexico was so long ago it was more like a fairy tale. That was Coyoacán, which is Mexico City but which...
A Paranormal RomanceDouglas Glover
I was supposed to meet Zoe for lunch at a chic Parisian restaurant she had discovered on the Internet, a crucial rendezvous during which I intended...
Chet Baker's SonBrandon Hobson
I left Chicago and returned to Dallas when my mother tried to overdose. She’d tried it before, usually with pills, but this time they hospitalized...
On "Brass" by Joy WilliamsChristine Schutt
Aurora, Columbine, Sandy Hook, Charleston, all sites of rampage killings that left four or more dead. Inspired by just such mayhem, “Brass,”...
On "Miss Grief" by Constance Fenimore WoolsonAnne Boyd Rioux
When Constance Fenimore Woolson wrote “Miss Grief,” shortly after her arrival in Europe in late 1879, she was, unlike her eponymous...
Todd invited the Korns—all of them—for a visit at the beach. Not just dinner, but to stay overnight. Laura was finishing the border of a 2000...