There before us is Mexico. It is dry and clean, framed by the hard edges of the car windows. There is a kind of…
“Knock on wood,” Charles chuckled, rapping his knuckles on the bar and fumbling for the light in his pocket. The bartender, Dan —…
A boy of 12, Edward and his mother prepared to leave Uncle Isaak’s dinner party when Edward ran upstairs to give Min a kiss. Min, a girl…
“I brought this,” Tony pulls out a package and unwraps the chicken foot as though it is precious treasure. In fact, it is raw offal dangling from…
Gene wakes up to the sound of a baby crying. He turns his head to face the digital clock on his nightstand, lime green letters glowing 3:30…
Interviewed by Dot Dannenberg Welcome to 1:1, the first in a series of interviews in which 1:1000 sits down with…
The end of the world is near.
We are driving southbound on I-80 toward Bisbee, Arizona. My husband Matt drives…
“Do cows dream?”