I’m trying to make the dead fit on one page. A wheelchair handle is cropped. In the photo of Maude wearing a pink lei at a cookout, the mountainous background gets a buzzcut, a tight green fade. My mouse drags… Continue Reading
All of a sudden Jake thought, “Enough!” Between the constant crash of balls into pins, the blinking, blinking, blinking of the goddamn lights they’d strung up everywhere, and the hoarse shouts of half-drunk players, the top of his head was… Continue Reading
It happened so suddenly. We were completely unprepared and left with no instructions. Three weeks ago, she broke her ankle. Then, in the night, she couldn’t breathe. At the hospital, they told us our mother suffered a pulmonary embolism and… Continue Reading
Niall knew what people said about him. They said he was slow, simple. Not right in the head. They looked at him staring off into space, at the girders on the local building site, at the opaque water of the… Continue Reading
“I had a blow-up earlier. I may be going to jail.” The big, shirtless man who stood in the foyer grinned when he said it. Tammy frowned. “Uncle Les, don’t say that. Why don’t you have a shirt on? Go… Continue Reading