I wrote home every week, every week I ended the letter with “Get me the fuck out of here!” Whatever fun Kid Detective Camp…
We kept the same sin hidden from each other for years. She buried hers in the backyard, I sank mine at the bottom of Brill Lake…
As a little girl, I sped along the cobblestones in a chariot pulled by goats with beautiful amber horns. This is my only childhood memory.
Holding the bottle of invisible ink, I told him: “This is not my color.” I’d made it too far by then to be caught by some barely grown soldier…
Those birds and their infuriating song, each note more piercing. It was worse when they stopped. Then Jed had to radio a warning. “Low chirp…
There is no worse prison than a prison run by nuns. If you are thinking I am talking about yardstick nuns, you are wrong. Those are Past…
The pounding never ended, not the fists of the moneylenders at my door, nor the headboard against the wall. My neighbor, Doris, made her money…
I was too clever not to notice that I was being constantly tested. I saw them on the first day. They wanted to…
“It was not an option for my husband to go without a sexual companion.” In retrospect, I suppose…
My husband lifted my veil, but it was only one of many. And there is one that he can never lift, my final one, carved from stone. You may…
My husband had a penchant for the women from the ice skating clubs. Of all the things you could bet on — ponies, greyhounds, ball games —…
We gave my father the wrong address to our wedding reception. Not that he could have made it anyway, but Derek was worried about Phil. My father’s…
I did not know which was worse: my husband’s black heart or his mistress’ black magic. She was one of those man-snatching tea maids…
Even my shadows couldn’t keep up with me. They’d been following me from Montreal; two thick-mustached men who thought I wouldn’t notice…
I’d become accustomed to being the only naked person in the room. After all, they had yet to invent invisible clothes, and throwing on a sweater…
On the steamer, I felt the fever of reinvention coming on. The passengers were assembling below deck, the first fibers of the first cocoon just…
“…and the syphilis was just icing on the cake!” Carmen licked the inside of Beryl’s ankle. Beryl had heard this story before, the last time she’d…
I walked into the jungle hoping to be bitten by a snake. Hazard of the trade. Ever since Moroccan Dream and Dungeon Chic were…