June, 2009
Jimmy, how he wants a piece of sun folded in his hands
This day, Jimmy’s father, he gets away from himself, pins his own arms away from his sides and can’t stop raising his voice, until it lifts the roof off their house and his lungs, Jimmy’s, from listening deafly to so many words, they explode...
by J.A. Tyler | Read story
Streaker
Everybody knew the streaker, but he still wore the paper bag over his head...
A Certain Number of Bedrooms, A Certain Number of Baths
The boy carries the blueprint catalogs everywhere he goes. At school, he keeps them in his backpack, only occasionally looking inside to spy on their colorful covers, comforted simply by their presence, their proximity...
by Matt Bell | Read story
