The first time I watched a beheading, my father stood beside me. His hand perched on my shoulder. He squeezed.…
ստվերները լուսնի
‘You’re the only one who can still make me cry,’ said my wife from the side of the road. No…
Spine Call
Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell…
You Smell of Smoke
It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to…
Miss Apple Votes to Burn
I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years…
Dirt
Mrs. Tooms was in her garden, tending to her winter flowers, when inside the house, the phone rang. She creaked…
Where Mama and the Hallowe’en Leaves Don’t Be
After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the…
