Apex Magazine
First there is smoke. Fire. Wind. Then the sea. There is always the sea. You think you are broken. Scattered into a thousand jagged pieces, but when you reach the...
Smoke Fire Wind Sea
First there is smoke. Fire. Wind. Then the sea. There is always the sea. You think you are broken. Scattered into a thousand jagged pieces, but when you reach the...
The dogs started going missing when I was in third grade. First it was Mr. Muñez’s Chihuahua. He’d let it out in the backyard before bed and when he went...
Chupa Sangre
The dogs started going missing when I was in third grade. First it was Mr. Muñez’s Chihuahua. He’d let it out in the backyard before bed and when he went...
Somewhere in the world, there is a man, seventy years old, a native New Orleanian who has never left the city except for the occasional Category 5 hurricane. He has...
A Mastery of German
Somewhere in the world, there is a man, seventy years old, a native New Orleanian who has never left the city except for the occasional Category 5 hurricane. He has...
We don’t believe in gods any more. We pray to needles and knots. A dressmaker can give you confidence that never falters, youth that never wilts, beauty that never fades....
Measure Twice, Cut Once
We don’t believe in gods any more. We pray to needles and knots. A dressmaker can give you confidence that never falters, youth that never wilts, beauty that never fades....
Mother loves me. I know this as she zips the suitcase closed around my body. As the white overhead light disappears from view, the outline of the fabric inside the...
Thank Mother For Your Life
Mother loves me. I know this as she zips the suitcase closed around my body. As the white overhead light disappears from view, the outline of the fabric inside the...
Ncheta does his best to help the man remember. He tries to connect the dots, pull strings of memories together, mend the broken web of long-held moments and cherished experiences....
Ncheta
Ncheta does his best to help the man remember. He tries to connect the dots, pull strings of memories together, mend the broken web of long-held moments and cherished experiences....
Each box was labeled with a neatly typed placard designating who was inside. They sat on metal shelves, long rows of manilla and paper receding into shadows. As the Clerk...
The Relationship of Ink to Blood
Each box was labeled with a neatly typed placard designating who was inside. They sat on metal shelves, long rows of manilla and paper receding into shadows. As the Clerk...