One of the Days I Nearly Died

One of the Days I Nearly Died

When it was happening I was alone. I didn’t think of my wife, of how her and I suspected she was pregnant (she wasn’t, but by the time the period came we’d both said a brace of big ugly honest things that had made the other think, These big ugly honest things you’ve...
Between This Their Hands Happened Everywhere

Between This Their Hands Happened Everywhere

She stopped their kissing but didn’t step away. She said it was different. They stood pressed together in an alley between crummy apartment buildings, the sky sick with rosy city-darkness. It was late and damp and they were parting, her staying, him going. Happy...
A Prose Is a Prose Is a Prose

A Prose Is a Prose Is a Prose

  Overheard at a creative writing conference: Writer 1 said, “He was looking for flash fiction. Flash fiction.” Writer 2 said, “Don’t you write poetry?” “Yeah,” said Writer 1. “So I just like sent him some prose poems and stuff.” Writer 2 said, “And?”   Overheard in...