Faith
By Fiction Issue 109
My feelings toward Izzy changed by the hour. She was the most dominant person I’d ever known, shorter than me but somehow looking down on me constantly. On her left wrist was a tattoo of a cross. I asked if she was religious. She said no.
Read MoreA Song on Geronimo’s Grave
By Poetry Issue 87
The sun, the darkness, the winds are listening…. —Geronimo, Chief of the Bedonkohe Apache Boys, I shit you not, it’s Oklahoma, Billy says, the Red River more red than river squatted under the border bridge like the raw ass-end of Mars, dry skin peeled under the flying rubber of Billy’s bald tires. As I drive…
Read MoreSticking the Landing
By Short Story Issue 86
The following is an excerpt from The Lazarus Kid, the third novel in a series that includes The Monk Downstairs and The Monk Upstairs (both from HarperOne). And what I say unto you, I say unto all: Watch. —Mark 13:37 YOU HAD TO PICK your battles with thirteen-year-olds. If you fought about everything,…
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