My new fiction is the finale story for this past month’s Weird Love feature on the Barrelhouse blog. “Sheila was startled when Walter slipped his hand down the front of her Levi’s. It was not what she was expecting in broad daylight, at a church picnic. His hand was a warm dry octopus in her […]
“I wanted to tell Vincent then about this time I was camping in Kentucky. It was cold and damp, and I’d planted trees, Colorado blue spruces, at my favorite spot on earth. A place called Creation Falls, which is where I’d decided I wanted to be when the world ended, if for no other reason […]
“I could see that you were a holy man, desperately holy, G-d crouched on your back with a mouthful of black earth, and the stink of love A holy man, which is to say, the loneliest man to ever purchase an avocado sandwich in a plastic box on a rainy and fish-bellied Florida afternoon…” Read […]
“It’s early on a Saturday night in December, already dark, and it’s so cold we can’t feel our faces. Boone and I are crunching ice beneath our boots, walking a pitbull named Dorothy. The dog isn’t mine, or Boone’s either. She belongs to a guy I just met, a guy with porno pin-ups in his […]
From Tell the Bees: “I listened to “No Aloha” one too many times, or I was exhausted by washing my hair and brushing my teeth maintaining this body like a pet” From We Are Very Beautiful: “You will remember later that my bruises were shaped like undiscovered continents I will remember later that your […]
Anna Lea Jancewicz 