The lovers lay warm and naked under covers that kept the chill of February from invading their dreamless sleep. The darkness, aided by low room

It wasn’t the last time I smoked. That came later – years later, actually –  my final cigarette so unappealing I said “this tastes like

Small Chinese grocery store with a name nobody can pronounce. Got hot dogs and old hope.  Albert squeezing mustard on his dog when Chinaman owner

His back was cold, that was the first thing Warren noticed. As his foggy brain started to piece his morning together, fragments resurfaced slowly. The

It’s Julie again. And let me tell you, breakups suck—but a breakup with your fridge? That’s heartbreak on a whole new level. He or she—mine’s

Elizabeth was just the tiniest bit bored when Brandon Lewis came in through the French Windows, shook off his companion, and made a bee-line towards

The road ran plumb straight, ideal for speeding. Then, the pavement gave way to gravel, and the route turned into a tangle of hills and

Vladislav Khodasevich is not a household name in the West, though he should be. One of the most precise and devastating Russian émigré poets of

A snow flurry rides the crest of a silent brown sea, perpetuating the feeling of loneliness that sprouts from the weeds, grass, and dirt that

The walls here are like saltines. From the far end of the king-sized bed I hear the elevator ding as clearly as if I was

We have maybe ninety minutes. Vera knows a place — she always knows a place, which is one of the things about her I’ve stopped

Her toes, nails painted lilac to match her fingernails, pressed into the windshield, above the inspection sticker. She hummed softly, eyes closed, hands clasped to

​I stood on the curb waiting for Bus 3 northbound when I saw him, the man on the opposite side of the street. Blue-collar type,

     She spoke to me before she left, “You’re a writer.” Well, I might as well write.         Sitting on the front porch of my