What happens when you peak in high school, or maybe earlier, or maybe not at all? When you hate your friends, or love them too much? When the warmth of nostalgia starts to slowly poison you? In Girl o...

For Honest Lewis “There must be blood”—the unbreakable lawof revolutions and fairy tales.This I knew. We grow up knowing. The emperor was cleaning outthe granaries we had filled for winter,the burs…

Simon McNamara might only be 19, but he knows he’s destined for greatness. Sure, he barely finished high school. And, okay, he’s hopelessly in love with Angelica, an OnlyFans girl who constantly remin...

For Honest Lewis “There must be blood”—the unbreakable lawof revolutions and fairy tales.This I knew. We grow up knowing. The emperor was cleaning outthe granaries we had filled for winter,the burs…

The ultimatum that Will’s fiancé, Leslie, had given him wasn’t sincere, and he knew this. Really, it was more of a nudge, an encouragement to push past whatever the fuck it was which rendered him inca...

For Honest Lewis “There must be blood”—the unbreakable lawof revolutions and fairy tales.This I knew. We grow up knowing. The emperor was cleaning outthe granaries we had filled for winter,the burs…

The perfect shoes were finally on sale. He ordered them while standing over his bathroom sink. In the time it took the shoes to arrive, a windowpane popped from a decaying frame, one cabinet knob d…

The perfect shoes were finally on sale. He ordered them while standing over his bathroom sink. In the time it took the shoes to arrive, a windowpane popped from a decaying frame, one cabinet knob d…

On Miami Beach, people look for lost items—they walk with metal detectors searching for rings, bracelets, and buckles. They move the device from one side to the next, down and back along the shore,…

and the stone was a diamond. My front teeth shattered but now I was rich I could get new ones, better ones! This plunged  me into a thought crisis. How could they be better? Sharper? More dura…

I realize that Frostis fine and that oneshouldn’t be a Kant,but I prefer Carmelitato getting blood on the tracks. A cigarette and a love poem is cliche, but half an Ambien and a bottle o…

We start by lighting candles, two white, two red, all of them tall and spindly like fingers reaching toward a promise. Then comes the prayer. Closing our eyes, we recite the words we know by heart,…

For Honest Lewis “There must be blood”—the unbreakable lawof revolutions and fairy tales.This I knew. We grow up knowing. The emperor was cleaning outthe granaries we had filled for winter,the burs…

I know I’m her ghost. The one that lingers in the corners of her memory, waiting to strike—when some song by Bruce Springsteen plays, or when she drives by our old favorite diner, or when it rains …

I know I’m her ghost. The one that lingers in the corners of her memory, waiting to strike—when some song by Bruce Springsteen plays, or when she drives by our old favorite diner, or when it rains …

A small, bright-orange boat floats in the ocean, bobbing up and down like a Cheez-It in the deep end of God’s swimming pool. A young man, Daniel—thirty-one-years-old, buzzed head, eyes like boarded…

I know I’m her ghost. The one that lingers in the corners of her memory, waiting to strike—when some song by Bruce Springsteen plays, or when she drives by our old favorite diner, or when it rains …