Things I Hate

Things I Hate

Days that are sunny but cold. Because no one likes being lied to.   Curtis Mayfield. Because if one more person tells me they adore Curtis Mayfield, I swear to God.   Other people named George in the same room as me. Because the neck seems like something that has only...
Face

Face

Kirk Nesset has no face. It’s not just that his page is erased; he has lost face in every way imaginable. He has resigned tenure. His passport is suspended. His computer is monitored. He will probably lose his dog—a mini-pomeranian he cradles in a sling. He may go to...
In the Eighties

In the Eighties

* I am indebted to Leonard Michaels and his short story, “In the Fifties,” to which this essay is intended as a response. In the eighties I failed to learn fractions. I was frequently lonely. I stood in right field and wore a baseball glove on my head. I lived in a...
Fish Story

Fish Story

As Simon Peter and his brother Andrew toss their nets early in the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus appears and says that if they follow him, he will make them “fishers of men.” That they immediately forsake their work and go with him is usually seen as proof of their faith,...
Christine

Christine

She was a tall, bony girl with long dark hair, bright green eyes and a thick, wide nose bent so firmly over her upper lip that the flesh seemed to have melted together. Boys on the playground pressed their noses flat against their faces and honked her name. Other...
From The Apartment on Market Street: Groundhog

From The Apartment on Market Street: Groundhog

Outside the apartment building, our groundhog was munching early stalks in the side-yard. He stopped to stare when I pulled into my hard-dirt parking place. He did this in deceit of the trap our landlord Allen had laid to catch him. Yards behind, at the back fence,...
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