The ImperfectTracy O'Neill
I meant to buy a gift on discount, but the coupon expired before I wasn’t hungover anymore. My girl Jolene read somewhere that a man’s relationship...
She’s Dying, He SaidMarge Piercy
I was what was then called a tomboy until halfway through my seventh year. I had always played with neighboring boys. I had little interest in...
On "Sex Education" by Dorothy Canfield FisherDon Chaon
I have long been interested in writers who have fallen into neglect. Dorothy Canfield Fisher is, unfortunately, among those whose work is seldom...
Dougie sells loose joints. $10 a piece. No bags. This way he can hide most of his stash behind a brick in Furman’s Alley
Red RoosterVictoria Redel
Any idiot could have told him it wouldn’t work. Pretty much every idiot did. Starting with his own idiot ex-wife, Carine
The Way It BeganVictoria Redel
They went, not in the day, but then in the dark with no shoes on their feet, the road pokey with broke-up shell.And the boy to the girl, Let’s be quick
Three FictionsMatthew Salesses
I went out with the boys to celebrate saving my worthless job. The boys were in a rare state, waving arms even with drinks, sloshing on each other with gusto
On "The Death of a Government Clerk" by Anton ChekhovDeb Olin Unferth
“Death of a Government Clerk” is one of Chekhov’s first published stories. I love it for its comic nonchalance, playful absurdity, brevity...
Paige sat on the edge of the sandbox waiting for Charlotte to show up. She was surprised at how much she’d missed talking to her
Ancient GreekDan Simon
Erica isn’t gifted in languages. Once long ago, she signed up for a German class and lasted exactly three days.