Elms by Dawn Raffel
I might have known her anywhere: the wreck of a cheek, the loose lid of an eye, the broken vein, felled breast, the burst cloud of the iris.
The Moon and My Mother by Harper Follansbee, Jr.
Many years ago my mother wrote me a letter from Africa.
Conversation in Hotel Lounge by Lydia Davis
Two women sit together on the sofa in the hotel lounge, bent over and deep in conversation. I am walking through, on my way to my room.
Vocation by Joseph Starr
One employee at the Chinese restaurant chops the heads off ducks.
All the Terrible Things by Kuzhali Manickavel
All the terrible things were the same size. They were furred over with dust and seemed to slouch in the heavy sunlight.