The River by Night

Fiction

I go down to the river at night. Weather permitting. Or often when not permitting. I usually head out quite late, when most neighborhood residents are off the streets and tucked safely away. They obviously don’t suffer from my kind of restlessness, my kind of pressure.

from The Case for My Father

Fiction

“Coffee and cake first. Fresh Freihoffers!” my father declared as my boyfriend Alex and I walked in the door. This invitation was presented with such enthusiasm Dad could have been tempting us with the pastry equivalent of Domaine Romanée Conti instead of Gallo.

from Kali's Day

Fiction

I headed for the black silk dress with spaghetti straps. A man held it out at arm’s length and told the salesgirl, “I’ll think about it,” handed it back and walked away. I rushed over as she was putting it back on the rack. “How much?”

RERUNS REZOOMED: a serial novel

Fiction

They come during the night, two men in stocking feet, and lift me out of bed while I am still, for all they know, asleep, and carry me between them down a narrow hallway that seems to go on forever.

Tragic Strip

Fiction

we are waiting, waiting to go, waiting for the white man

AS FEDERMAN USED TO SAY

Fiction

As Federman used to say when I was his student in the mid-80s that each of his books began with a sentence he heard in his head, here is a sentence for Federman, who last week, as he would also say, changed tense...

WEBEXCLUSIVE

Shitty Mickey

Fiction

Mickey, Britney Spears, Sarah Palin and the Mystery Blonde take refuge at Netherland, while they wait for their royalty checks to make them rich again.

WEBEXCLUSIVE

from Classified

Fiction

All the houses we lived in were dark, because when mother was a girl someone had told her that light and moving air carried heat and that darkness was cooler. She kept the windows shaded and shuttered.

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