The Freest Man Alive

The Freest Man Alive

    Chapter from High in the Streets   My whole life I’ve thought myself defective or at least peculiar. As a boy, I could do what the others did—with some effort I managed algebra, chemistry experiments, and reading Conrad. In this way I was not...
Every Sentient Being    –    after Frannie Lindsay

Every Sentient Being – after Frannie Lindsay

  Every Sentient Being after Frannie Lindsay   The carcasses have been piling up All fall—atrophied chipmunk splayed under our kitchen island, Mouse belly left in its usual corner of the dining room like a miniature Human stomach, house-wren Dragged in dead...
In the Realms of the Unreal

In the Realms of the Unreal

  Meditation 1: Her Desire to Be in Two Snuff Films This is her film. A man loves a woman so much that he agrees to give her unbearable pleasure. They go to a cave of a house. He ties her up. Then for a long time, days, he approaches touching her, but does not...
The Little Red Chairs by Edna O’Brien

The Little Red Chairs by Edna O’Brien

  What if a war criminal appeared in your town and passed himself off as a poet and holistic healer? What if your town was a small isolated place and the man is handsome in a brooding mysterious way? It could happen that he would be secretly sought after by women...
Disconnect

Disconnect

  But my Pa is getting old, worked up and about to die. Everyday he lies on the raffia-woven lounge in the patio, beckoning on death to come. When the frightened voice of my sister; Ada, begs him to come into the main house he would say; “Death is coming...