Stories
The Last Copy
As soon as his book was published, Antonio
realized that the pure vision of him that
only she harbored would be shattered—
and that he would do anything to keep
her from reading it.
Sold
“I knew that all the things we’d gathered
there so many years would be scattered and gone. All that had held it together would come apart and be gone as if it never was.”
Scars
"I don’t want any more surgeries.
I just want a little art to help, to make
it look a little less deformed. You know?”
Vigil
The old Bohemian hadn’t come to
disturb the family on Holy Night, only
to deliver an enormous, misshapen gift.
How to Win an Unwinnable War
His parents were separating,
but all Sam could think about
was preparing for nuclear holocaust.
Little Sister
Marla had felt she’d never really had a sister, that she’d been visited by some strange goblin or ghost. But then she went into Daddy’s bank vault after he died.
Someone I’d Like You to Meet
Veblen’s first desire had been to
spring the news of her engagement
on her mother. Nothing with her mother
was ever simple and straightforward—
and that was the thrill of it.
L’amour, CA
Isa couldn’t wait to leave the Philippines. But when we pull into an American town of foggy streets and gray, concrete houses, she looks confused, then panicked.
The Great Zero
All this—the dust, the tarantulas,
the deaths—had not come naturally.
“We’ve used the land wrong,” I once
heard a farmer say while I spied on my father and his Communist friends.
Essays
Don’t Write What You Know
Why fiction’s narrative and
emotional integrity will always
transcend the literal truth
Do I Repeat Myself?
The problem of the "already said"
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