The magazine had been torn down the middle of a sea-side dark chocolate ad and the fragment framed against a white mat, planted and glued

Maybe my father never liked me. Maybe I never liked him. I was born in 1960. I’m fifty-eight now and he is long gone. Our

The garden at the edge of the village did not belong to anyone, yet everyone tended to it. Old Marigold knelt there every morning, her

She barely knew him when the package arrived. No bigger than a shoe box. So heavy she already resented whatever it contained. “Sociopath” she’d called

To:  nando@domainwest.com Nice to meet you, Nando.  Not every day a cute guy drops a cocktail in your lap.  The dry cleaner said the pink

Donato had two pillows that he liked. They fit him perfectly. At night, he stacked one atop  the other, lay back, and sank into the

If you’re reading this it’s been three months. Surprisingly life has a way of continuing. I haven’t  found it as hard to trudge on without

I think of you as being a sleek river boat that has come into shore for fuel. I sit at the café table and watch

The first time I took her to visit your grave, it was a sunny day and the flowers were in full bloom. It wasn’t like

When my grandmother passed away, the house did not feel empty; it felt preserved. We found no ledger of her life—no bundles of letters, no

I was putting together a bassinet for the baby and kept messing up. I began to feel stupid and when I feel stupid it’s someone

“Is he punctual, at least?” Leena says. “Mostly,” I lie. Narang is always late. Worse, he seems proud of it. Leena and I are heading

She got her mail at the liquor store so that’s where I sent it. I had gotten the package she sent me a few days

I peak through the kitchen blinds to slowly reveal the external. My eyes sink when they meet the swarming desolated clouds. There hasn’t been light

We split up two weeks ago and, although she supposedly moved all of her stuff out, I keep coming across items she neglected to take.