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The Beers Went Warm at Pretty Owl Poetry
“It was so hot that the beers went warm in our bottles before we could drink them down. The long minute of silence between us stretched out across the rooftop, across the bruised black sky, while I felt the sweat surge from my pores and trickle down, spilling over each of my vertebrae like my […]
Valerie and the Rat at Far Enough East
“When Valerie got pregnant the first time she didn’t buy glossy parenting magazines and worry about things like the menace of soft cheeses and sushi, or whether or not to dye her hair. She had just buried her own mother, dead at forty-five from a quick and thorough cancer, and she felt such worries were […]
Cloudless at Rivet
“They called us witches, but what did they know of it? We were Listeners, Lovers, Mothers speaking the mother tongue, speaking of rough linen and soap and all the fluids that compose a human child. We stanched little red rindles with creamy clusters of yarrow, bound bit fingers in plantain’s grooved leaves. We fed them […]
Unexpecting (for David (not Lee Roth)) at Jersey Devil Press
“Husband says you shouldn’t count your chicken before it’s hatched. And in fact, when folks begin to ask What are you hoping for? you find yourself replying A human. Husband prefers We’re hoping it’ll be Asian. Asian babies are really hip now. He also lets them know, in a confidential tone, that werewolf does run in […]
Love Letters from the Devil at Revolution John
“She writes to me I don’t like it when you elaborate. Less is more. She sends me gap-toothed kisses on dark crickety winds. She calls me Tomato Pie, and my hands tremble like my grandfather’s did before his morning tumbler of whiskey and tap water…” *** After the internet shitstorm regarding a very controversial […]
Untitled Twitter-fiction at 7×20
He wanted to add “can take a punch” to the Skills section of his resumé. He wanted me to verify it was true. It wasn't. @AnnaLeaJancewic — Seven By Twenty (@7×20) August 18, 2014
Riptide at Prime Number
“The screen door banged shut behind her. She scrambled up the dune, vanished over the top. It was right before dawn, when the stars are just starting wear thin, and I caught a dim glimpse of her jump from the summit. A split second of catching air. I imagined her hitting the sand running, like […]
Marriage at matchbook
“But it was too late by then, the dress like a Portuguese man-o-war and the fifty-six chicken dinners were bought and paid for.” Read it here: Marriage
Bartleby Snopes Issue 12
You may have read “Sheitel” back in June when it appeared on the Bartleby Snopes website. The semi-annual PDF/print issue is now available, and my story is on page 39. My original artwork accompanies the piece this time around. Check out the PDF, and you can order a print copy from Lulu or a Kindle […]