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Sister Golden Hair

The Vagabond Motor Lodge sat across the street from the Fiji Island restaurant, wedged between Johnny’s Auto Parts and a gas station with a flying horse on its neon sign.

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Honeymoon

It was Tim’s eagerness and boundless spontaneity that got them to set out up the mountain in the midday heat. The Greek landscape, which Eva never cared for, appeared more hostile and parched than ever.

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The Brotherhood of Wednesday Afternoons

We were the sons and daughters of busy working men and women who couldn’t afford crèches, of half-lost souls, of feckless unemployed folks who had some betting or drinking or TV-watching planned on our schoolless Wednesday afternoons.

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Back to School

Our Lady of the Nile: how proudly the school stands.

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Four More Years

hh This story appears in Tales of Two Cities: The Best And Worst Of Times in Today’s New York (edited by John Freeman) gggg The vast white tent had mullioned vinyl windows cut into it as a design feature, so the guests at the outer, less expensive tables could see the snow coming down heavily […]

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The Attack of Everything

All birds around here were dead, and we stared, slack-jawed, at their piled carcasses along the road.

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Flyer

But more of the chicks survived than you thought, and dozens upon dozens of them now scurry around the room, shitting everywhere.

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Trick Candles

Six candles on the chocolate cake, one for each of Sherman Moon’s years, and as Mrs. Moon carries the cake into the dining room, Mr. Moon says, “Don’t tell us your wish, son.”

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Horror Story at the Lonely Lake

Excerpted from The Blue Box (out today from Red Hen Press) It was a red boat and it attacked people at Lonely Lake. People would be swimming in the alcoves of the lake, and the boat would attack. It ran over people anytime it wanted to. If there was a waterskier and he fell down […]

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The Search for Heinrich Schlögel : An Excerpt

The sentences that Heinrich loved best were hard as rock candy and lasted.

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Helping

It’s not that I didn’t try to help. When Annemarie flailed, sleeping, I was the one who always shook her until she sat up, sheet-tangled, still half-caught in her dream.

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Beetle Battle

Two dung beetles leaned back on their hindquarters atop a napping tortoise . . .

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I Can Save

Baby turtles are hatching in my house.

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Adam Johnson Reads

That summer rain outside your window isn’t always a gentle summer shower. Sometimes it’s a storm. This is what Adam Johnson does in his artful and disturbing short story, “Dark Meadow.” In the simplest terms, the story is about child pornography. Yet Johnson, who won the 2013 Pulitzer Prize for his novel The Orphan Master’s […]

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Hunt

I hunt and kill and butcher with arrow and sword, hound and falcon, ear and arm. I sight and take aim.

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Something Sweet

In the spring, the dogs stopped barking. By then our windows were held open with tomato cans or washed-out jars of jelly

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So Long, So Lonesome

On nights when there would be a cultural house dance, the brothers would leave for the village early, hitch a ride beyond the dom kultura to the abandoned land where, long ago, for one near-orphaned year—their father drowned, their mother lost to grief—they had lived as boys, slept in the straw inside their uncle’s izba, […]

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The Next Flight

He mounts the shaking platform, lays the weight of his fingers on the delicate wings.

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Tremors When The Patient’s Hands Are Held Out

Tremors When The Patient’s Hands Are Held Out hhhhh  March 1998 They have grown into each other like two sun-exhausted creepers; a combination of indistinct markings. An outsider might wonder if these are the original patterns, or if there has been some constant irritation to produce this blurring together of striation. Once they were young […]

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Us Conductors: An Excerpt

I was Leon Termen before I was Dr Theremin, and before I was Leon, I was Lev Sergeyvich. The instrument that is now known as a theremin could as easily have been called a leon, a lyova, a sergeyvich. It could have been called a clara, after its greatest player.

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Mindwalk: A Conversation with Kate Zambreno

I first met Kate Zambreno on the page. When I was the editrix of Chiasmus Press, the editors selected five manuscripts as finalists for our experimental novel contest. I read the last five.  The names had been removed. I was completely torn in my decision, because two of the manuscripts literally ravaged me. The writing […]

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Metro

It’s twenty degrees and my toddler Iona’s parka is so stiff she’s liable to fall, so I carry her up the steps onto the green metro bus. She squirms until I put her down, then stomps her boots and grins at her freedom while I pay the fare. She’s happy when she can get what […]

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Wild Milk

On the first day of Live Oak Daycare, all the children are given shovels and a small bag of dirt. “We encourage the children—even the babies, especially the babies—to work hard, imaginatively.” Miss Birdy, my son’s teacher, winks.

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The Seduction of Angelito

Mariela waited for the American boy in his bedroom. The bedroom had been Mariela’s once—hers and Hector’s—

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Let It Fly: An Interview with Ted Thompson

In the well-to-do, Connecticut commuter town where Ted Thompson’s debut novel takes place, things tend to happen like clockwork: from the trains pulling into and out of their stations, to the holiday party invitations that appear in mailboxes each year. The place is nicknamed “The Land of Steady Habits,” after all. But what happens when […]

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