Fiction: The Copse by Benjamin Goluboff
The first snow came early that year, and heavy. When the baby woke them up at first light it was piled upon the sills, grey on grey against the dimness […]
The first snow came early that year, and heavy. When the baby woke them up at first light it was piled upon the sills, grey on grey against the dimness […]
Knotted It is exquisite the taste of paper. The glue dissolves in his mouth. He has eaten plum cake at the register and knows there will be a contest for […]
Day 2 “Jesus didn’t walk on water,” I say. “You know that, right? It was ice. Read an article said it was a cold snap and there were chunks of […]
1 She’s staring into the pool, like the light might change and she’ll see her son on the bottom, tiny bubbles escaping his mouth, his face distorted by the water […]
The boys came running with news of a dead body catching flies in the empty lot bordering our street. We dared each other, double dared, threw burlas, until, at last, […]
When the towers fell, a man came running at me shouting oysters, oysters in Spanish before crash – tackling me to the curb. I sank under the weight of him, […]
Reasons to do it: To get you out of my system. Because the reality of you can never match the fantasy– no matter how great you are, how skillful, how […]
Churchill River Estuary, Manitoba 2012. The promise was one of guaranteed encounters, but the outboard’s erratic putter raised concerns. There had been other signs. Gray patches adorned the Zodiac. The […]