The Museum of Angelic Artefacts was a road–side attraction; a blip on the map where families stopped to stretch their legs and maybe take in an old film of the visitations. They would round out their break with a trip to the shops to buy coffee and ice cream, a postcard to put in a drawer and forget.
Read MoreWaking
The small girl looks at me with the innocent insolence of children who say out loud what adults are thinking to themselves. A skinny, pale, fair–haired child of five or six, she already looks so like her mother that I feel sorry for her.
Read MoreHome by the Sea
Word webbed over the altiplano, carried one village to the next by the wandering gene merchants: a pilgrim was coming.
Read MoreMaria and the PilgrimI woke in the afternoon gloom to the sound of my 20–year–old stepsister Lily dragging something heavy and wet up the back patio steps through the kitchen door. The smell of blood and brine smothered me the moment I sat up.
Read MoreAntumbraThe summer air, already electric with the violence of the war, the assassination attempts successful and unsuccessful, the anti–war riots, became super–charged with the rumor.
Read MoreDispatches from the Revolution
The moon came up and the sun went down. The moonbeams went shattering down to the ground and the jackalope wives took off their skins and danced.
They danced like young deer pawing the ground, they danced like devils let out of hell for the evening. They swung their hips and pranced and drank their fill of cactus–fruit wine.
Read MoreJackalope WivesI was supposed to go to the ball, but I spent the night licking out my stepsister instead.
Read MoreAll That Fairy Tale CrapBecause we do not approve of you having sex with our high school daughters, we have equipped their vaginas with automatic intrusion alarms. Once triggered, these alarms will screech out at unbearable volumes, transmit emergency GPS information to the nearest security forces, and instantly alert the Purity Apps on our phones and phablets.
Read MoreOur DaughtersFor Jerry, there was a before — sitting on the train home from Connecticut, where he had been visiting his father, suspended in that agonizing twilight of life in which he was unable to distinguish Jerry from Jerry’s brother, Brian…
Read MoreBefore and After