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The waiter’s name is Valentine. He has long, slim fingers, and he writes down my order instead of pretending to commit it to...
On your blog, you mention that your own circumstances inspired the story “Valentines”. Would you tell us about the evolution...
The notebook is on your nightstand, and it's all that's left of her in the thin morning light. It's tattered—old blue cloth-covered...
When I was twenty years old, my best friends and I stepped off the edge of the world.
Michael died yesterday.
These two things...
I am —
I am —
Oh, just ignore it, catches sometimes,
just a gear in my throat.
Just needs some polishing,
maybe descaling,
it...
I nestle the video camera on its makeshift tripod, carefully centering my daughter’s image. She tucks...
Once upon a time, I thought I was a girl.
Once upon a time, I lived in a castle. Well, it wasn’t really a castle. It was a fortress...
“Becca at the End of the World”—Published in Apex Magazine, issue 53, October 2013...
