Catullus

Look at a soldier's face in one of those moments you don't want to remember and then you know exactly what lacking imagination looks like. Your children might understand… More

Rapport

“Mock burials, my idea. Cover the prisoner’s head and lay him in a box. Throw in bugs for effect. Pour soil on top. Adult men revert to infants.” She… More

PEN / Guernica at Lit Crawl NYC – 9/14

In support of the PEN/Guernica Flash Series, the PEN Poetry Series, and Guernica's poetry series, we're teaming up poets, novelists, flash writers, staffers, and editors from both organizations for… More

Witch

Once, deep into his illness, my father stumbled into my room and saw me painting him and Mother. He saw the black animal I had drawn in place of… 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

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

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

Travellin’ Man

Airports always pour a nice shot. Something about being that close to distance makes bartenders understand suffering. That Thursday he was headed fourteen cities away from anyone he knew… More