Monthly Archives: December 2010

They stood out­side the open car­port, not mak­ing a move toward the old house, his Oldsmo­bile cov­ered in a thick lay­er of dirt and dust. “We have to go in,” Robert told her. “I know. I don’t want to,” Pen­ny said. “We … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

THE GUY WITH THE FEET You're a sev­en­teen year old coun­try boy and your girl­friend tells you she cheat­ed on you. Some guy from Pekin felt her up at a par­ty. Some big shot city kid, a senior. But here’s the catch: he felt her up with … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

Book of Gaige­mon, II. This morn­ing you bought plants to praise your hands, stir­rup leathers incase you decid­ed to hang your­self. The heat of a body swirls when it enters anoth­er. You might go mad Want­i­ng to resur­face the dead, … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

This is from Decem­ber 2008, and I didn't find it until just now. It's a good one, and it's going to be a bad day for me when he even­tu­al­ly kicks down the door to heav­en. It seems like he's … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

(orig­i­nal­ly pub­lished in Vir­ginia Quar­ter­ly Review) Buck sea­son opened—still does—on the Mon­day after Thanks­giv­ing. In Bak­er­ton it is a hol­i­day of sorts. School was closed for the day, and I report­ed to Keener’s at four a.m. to serve eggs and … Con­tin­ue read­ing →