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Placentophagy

My doctor always asked how I would prepare it, the placenta. Powdered and encapsulated for my Yuki—two, three, four or more a day depending on my level of sadness and how much I believed the vitamins and hormones within the tissue would make me whole again. Pan fried and stuffed into dumplings for Toru. A […]

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Moon Hat

I was at the hibachi restaurant in the dream.

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Picnic, Lightning

Elliott Holt teaches us our ABC’s.

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Prayer for an Eel

The Bishop leaned toward the vanity, tweezers poised, and considered two uncomfortable truths.

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Post-Judy Disorder

The art teacher’s wife left him, and their two sons, for another woman two years ago.

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The Futurologist

It’s the future. It’s been the future for a while.

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Brick by Brick

First we filled the holes, each only nine or so millimeters wide. The maintenance staff had tools on hand.

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Yes

When people ask me something, I’ve a principle: always say yes.

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Colonial Revival

He came back from the war with a little bit of money and the helmet of a man he had killed with a knife in a burnt-out house

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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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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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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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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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The Next Flight

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

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Lessons

He told me to mute the Taxi TV.

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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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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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Big A, Little A

In this bizarro teenage summer, outdressing the park rangers had become a means of rebellion.

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Killshot

On the terrace of the Presidential Palace you lay glued to the scope for less than an hour before you have to take the shot. Tourist or terrorist: It was always going to be your call. You are applauded for taking the shot and saving the nation, although you are not allowed to rise off […]

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Cat Lover

Her profile said she LOVED CATS and HATED MEAN PEOPLE, but she looked so sexy in her profile photos.

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