On the Frontiers of Plaster (A Few Notes on Sleep)
Take a man at noon. He stands erect. Overhead is the sun. I won’t say this man has no wish to maintain this position for all time, but it’s… More
Death by Dominoes
The maximum-security prison was a depraved place, a hermetic kingdom of the damned, haunted by its own terrible spirit. It was a hulking brute of a building, stout as… More
The Girl on a Leash
Her mother’s flaky hands scraped against her daughter’s forehead. Once they had been like candle wax. She said, “Are we wrong?” Her father said, “Do you want to raise… More
Of Ash and Bone
Even the legend of the two self-garroters varied according to the storyteller. In some versions the men were star-crossed lovers who died tragically, side by side. In others the… More
LP’s and Girlz
Oh, SHE was All Too Real my friendz and beloved readerz because I tell you she literally bumped elbows with me as we both hunted for those heavenly 12-inch… More
Goodnight Nobody
He leaned back into his driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and waited to feel something for the dead man. If it was a pretty girl inside the dumpster, he… More
PEN Members Reading at Franklin Park
On Monday, June 10, PEN partnered with the Franklin Park Reading Series for an evening of readings and conversation with PEN Members old and new: Edwidge Danticat, Matt Bell,… More
Last Night in San Pedro de Macorís
There’s only one ride left to the capital. One bar of soap left, one towel. That’s how fiction comes to life, you unlucky fucker. Why tell the truth? More
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