From Bunker Anatomy

Fiction

[Translation from the French by Brian Evenson]

So lived Medusa: each morning, before brushing her hair, she took care to feed the one-thousand nine-hundred and twenty-eight snakes quivering on her head.

Tragic Strip

Fiction

PREMISE for a SCIENCE FICTION EPIC

Woodchuck & Lemur

Fiction

Woodchuck had been gone a very long time when he finally reappeared with a companion stranger than any creature the people had ever seen.

Super Fudge Chunk

Fiction

I have never worked in an office before, but I imagine it is something like existing inside of a dead whale eight hours a day. The women’s limbs are so narrow and useless.

Trail

Fiction

Then she heard the dog bark. Strange since there had been no car on the road, no sound of steps. Of course the snow was freshly fallen, soft and plush, to muffle any sound. He barked again. Was it a stray cat? Or coon? Deer most likely.

From Under Every Spreading Tree

Fiction

Walter Burwell arrived in Holcombe in 1922 from New York State. This photograph is dated 1928, a year after the Holcombe Register nicknamed him The Raspberry Prince and two years before he disappeared from town under warrant for bootlegging.

From 02:51

Fiction

All of a sudden there they are on the downtown F Train. Five, six years old is my guess. Could’ve been mine. Should’ve been. It wasn’t like I’d insisted that you carry for nine months.

Two Stories

Fiction

We stopped in Delano but avoided the politics. Instead we talked about the Dodgers and the Giants.