Fiction

[Image: Nostalgia for the past and Dada (Thinking of Margritte), B.A. Martel] There are people who bound into the water from the hot shore, collapsing atop waves as they crest,…

[Image: Aschenblume (Ash Flower) by Anselm Kiefer] Berlin was gray before I left and gray when I got back. Even in spring, there was still dirty snow in the gutters.…

[Image: Blue Noon by Lucie Bonvalet] I. The Desert             From the peak of the tallest mountain, I can see the whole blue desert with its graphite sun. Our sun…

[Image Credit: “On the Edges of the World” by Sophie Lécuyer]  I slide my tongue along the edge of my teeth. An image of dense brick walls shoots through me.…

[Image: “Pretend Until The End” by Erin Armstrong] This interview was conducted at the Nai Lert Park Hotel in Bangkok, in 2019. “For the record, is Cedric Munch your real…

Ludic Writing is a series of narratives generated through play, exploring the prospect of “Games as Writing Prompt.” “Lady of the West” is inspired by a play of Tim Fowers’…

[Image Credit: “Path Through the Woods” by Lufie] The path continues onward, that’s all he needs to know. The rough flagstones greet his steps unseen. Tufts of spiny grasses and…

The starlings come at 11:00. They leave. They return. They leave. Every departure is as complete as the one before. An escape from certain death. And every return—I don’t know…

[Image: “Pink Island, White Waves,” by Milton Avery] Dense underpinnings waffle beneath your back, shirt gone scrunched and reckless, no big deal you think, but it bothers you. The little…

[Image by Alison James] Ted Cruz Is Sad About His Beard this morning. He’s more aware of the Internet than anyone thinks he is and this is not the meme…

[Image: “Dog Upon Her Shoulder, by Caren Keyser] King Reggie was not sure he knew what Tonya was doing.  Her smell was off today and she was behaving the same way…

[Image by Laura Vena] Jason Augustus Newel crashed into my life in 3…2…1… I barely remember the impact, only the sound of shattering ceramic half a second before my forehead…

I went out for a walk on Easter morning, and all the houses in The Nice Neighborhood had their windows open wide with the scent of French Toast wafting out.…

[Image: Remedios Varo, “Papilla Estelar”] I met the autodidact outside the world’s oldest library. That’s how he introduced himself to me: the autodidact. With a definite article, as though he were…