Ornithology

Ornithology

LAST NIGHT I DREAMED I was a child. Mother on the front porch, watering flowers. Daddy on the couch, book fallen to the floor. Too young for words, I know nothing of their worlds. Ornithology. Site fidelity. Geraniums. Faith. I know nothing yet of the split between...
Thirst

Thirst

SHANTAY UNLOCKED THE FRONT DOOR OF HER MOTHER’S HOUSE, THE WEIGHT of her 9mm Luger pressed against her hip. Before she pushed the door open, she glanced over her shoulder, scanning the block, which was moonlit and chilly on that spring night. Inside, she untied her...
Fern King

Fern King

ACCORDING to Wikihow.com, the proper way to launder a cashmere sweater is hand wash with mild soap, then lay flat on a clean towel. This is more or less what Jane said last night, now confirmed by an independent third party. Can’t she be righteously, indignantly wrong...
Love Below the Stairs

Love Below the Stairs

Daryl lifts the top of the velvet jewelry box with his free hand and carefully scans the pieces. “Oh! Gimmie here!”  “Chill,” Martha says with a laugh. “Just hold up.” She continues applying the orange glitter nail polish to his left pinkie while he impatiently shifts...
The Blueberry Cafe

The Blueberry Cafe

Sadie and Max are playing in the backyard when Sadie has a thought. “We should start a restaurant,” she says. Max claps his hands and shouts, “Yes!” but then furrows his small brow. He’s not sure what his sister means. “We’ll need tables,” Sadie continues. “Daddy can...
Notes on the Cinema of Depreciation

Notes on the Cinema of Depreciation

I’m sorry I stabbed Vann Marsden in the eye. It’s terrible that his wife had to die in the aftermath. The fact that she was already ill and couldn’t take the strain doesn’t alter my sadness over her passing, but when a director takes all the movies you love and...