Fiction

Before we were told to avoid air travel, but after the lines at Costco were thirty people deep, the house finches chose our ledge. Through the window I saw one…

All that time ago Tom Gunn set himself up as boss of the wood. The fat ones got their names then. On the long scrubby hills which ran up to…

A warm, tender wind swirled inside the hollow as the rising sun shimmered over the edge of the opening. The nest felt more comfortable than I could ever remember, making…

There are three things an Irishman should never do: admit that he can’t hold his liquor, fail to weave a good yarn, and confess to being down on his luck.…

It was a mourning dove in the afternoon, and it was flying much faster than they do normally. A sunny afternoon too, rare in the Highlands summer, and that bird…

Grow Up On the dating app Colin told you he does yoga at an Episcopalian church. You don’t know much about Episcopalians, except that Charlotte on Sex and the City…

I should not have been surprised when the man sitting next to me on the subway started to lean over my shoulder and read the essays I was grading for…

My dad had patients. They were crazy, and they used to come over to the house. My dad would see them in his study. Actually it was a kitchen. A…

[Image Credit: “Nude,” Adelaar Rogers] A woman doesn’t just stumble upon a name like Howling Woman, nor is she born with it. That kind of name is earned. A woman…

I know the poets say “bone-white,” but bones are never really so-white, and these beached bones have surely been bleached white. On approach to them, I am tilted by the…

With branch and root and raining mirrors down all the doors in cavesnakings down the clouds the cliffs the creeks where floratubes thump satin blood in purple petals spinning and…

It was just a pigeon. Sam found it on the doorstep, still warm despite the snow. It was covering the “L” on the welcome mat. “Dad” she said, wiping tears…

The first thing I stole was an ashtray from the dollar store. I was too little to understand the concept of property. I believe such abstract ideas are grasped only…

I was eating cherries out of a jar when Denis Johnson died, my fingers sticky with the slime. Their red syrup coating my teeth, I could feel a cavity forming…