Fiction

* * * Momma makes Bird for dinner every Sunday. Her and the afternoon spend their hours stuffing and plucking and cooking. I spend mine on the kitchen floor, blowing…

Seen from the outside, the ship floats on calm, dark waters. The ship seen from afar, far away, by an immobile and inattentive observer. The ship being viewed, but not…

I needed a reprieve from the smell of piss and ammonia, so I peeled the latex gloves off my sweaty hands and stepped outside into the heat and gazed at…

[Image Credit: “A telephone operator wears protective gauze in 1918,” Bettmann / Bettmann Archive] A woman lies on a cot on the veranda of an old plantation house, now a…

[Image Credit: “Broke Neck Santa” by Abigail Curtis] Replacing the hash browns with French fries on his scrambled egg/taylor ham platter, made Matthew feel like he had eaten a proper dinner.…

[Image: “The Wide Night,” Rebecca Rebouché] She is the type of girl who goes to parties with open invitations, skirting the edges of the dance floor while the sea ebbs…

She told me she had no time for flowers and prayers, and I knew there was something wrong. We went on one more date and I ended it there. I…

Continuing with our series of “Best of 2019″ lists curated by the entire Entropy community, we present some of our favorite selections as nominated by the diverse staff and team…

[Image: “Heavenbound II, by Patsy McArthur] There’s something about swimming that makes her feel both big and small. She dives headfirst into the water, giving herself to it, and revels…

We continue our “Best of 2019″ series curated by the entire Entropy community and present some of our favorite selections as nominated by the diverse staff and team here at…

[Image: “The Hand” by Frida Kahlo] I used to worry a lot about losing my hands. An axe might fall on them and cut them off, or they might get…

[Image: from “The Wide Night,” Rebecca Rebouché] Her mouth is a wound, all chewed up inside. At the end of the drive, she will have to confess where she’s been.…

[Image: “Les nuits blanches” by Sophie Lecuyer] Only she didn’t fly. She fell. Careened. The wind whipped her face, struck like iced rain, pulled tears from her eyes. But with…

             “We may be the only sane family you have,” Uncle Olin yelled from the front seat of his red and white Chevy Impala. He laughed. “Hate to say that,…