Out at the sisters’ place, in the marsh at the bottom of their land, a man stands neck-deep in the water. It is summer, and the marsh is warm with a thick green sludge on top. The man watches the tiny...

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First, make coffee. The power may be out, the electric grinder useless, but you can crush the beans with your wife’s mortar and pestle. She would have liked that, your ability to stay focused, to p…

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Alt: Four old-timey ghosts playing musical instruments

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The Museum of Heads holds the world’s largest collection of heads. The Museum of Heads opened a long time ago. No one can say when. If they could, they would still have their heads. In front of ...

This all started when those loose zebras were frolicking across suburban Maryland. It was summer, and it seemed they might live out there for the rest of their lives. We imagined them dodging those wh...

And Cain says, “God asked me to do some stuff, and I don’t know about it.” And Eve says, “Oh that guy.” | Short Story #5

Love letters addressed to Silk Fingers no longer arrive at the studio on Culver Boulevard, but his fans are still out there. They find a way to forgive his violent acts, or perhaps the violence is …

They’re raising children differently these days, and Diane does not want to be left behind. A changeling in the family is not a tragedy or even a problem for her daughter’s generation, though some …

by Matt Kendricklives in a lighthouse a hundred leagues from the sea. The house is a tower. The tower is still finding its feet. It was pulled down. It was put up. The waves here are silent. They are ...