Angela lives in a house on W. 83rd St. Angela is thirty-one. She has mid-length brown hair. She’s on the taller side of average, and her face is relatively thin. The house is large, and quiet. It has a dark wood interior. Many windows let cold light enter. Angela lives in the house, and it […]

In the house I grew up in, I am in the living room with the high ceiling and the low carpet. My wife is in the kitchen turning either side of the kitchen-sink faucet to make sure one of them comes out hot. The house is ours, if we want it. Uproot and all? she […]

Defi’s left knee was torn out from a ski accident. Sitting in her own apartment, she waited for her friend, Han Solo, to come and help her move. When he arrived, standing in front of her front door, he looked up and down at the boxes of clothes, her laundry basket, her table and chair, […]

What else is left for me to come right out with other than a simple list of everything blood has turned out to be no thicker than—viz., both parents, an ex-spouse, my daughter and her selectively unhappy brother? Father was a spuddy little fellow uncolored by anything in life. My room had always had too […]

We didn’t have enough money for first and last month’s rent and security deposit, so we moved into the guest bedroom of my parents’ house, which doubled as a doily-infested showroom for my mom’s first edition American Girl doll collection. Under the glassy eyes of Samantha, Molly, Kirsten, and Felicity, Wendy and I lay next […]

Ezra Dodson had wrapped and bound the bodies of his wife and daughter during a snowstorm in February, the month the Apache call the Moon of Sleeping Bears, and had sunk them beneath the ice of the Rio Hondo.  He watched the hole he had hacked close over as clear as any lens, and with […]