Urinals: it’s not only how you use them; it’s also where you put them— Duchamp knew this. Context is everything in terms of letting you know when you should unzip your fly and let loose and when you should declare …
There was a moment when the old man in front of me’s white hair was shivering so desperately, faster than anything conscious, anything intentional, worse than neck muscles in a seizure could do, worse than even electricity could make happen, …
It went down like every other meet in the long history of meets. That should have told me something right there. But I was hungry. Not so much for grocery money—my last brownbag of cash counted out to eight grand—but …
Back in my college days, my friends and I would watch the films of Dario Argento. We used to sneak into the gay student lounge late at night (one of my friends for some reason had the room key) and …
My sixth grade year, the swing set by my school stopped being fun. Before, it had been fourteen feet. At the top of your swing it felt like you were about to launch into legend. You didn’t want to smile …
Trix are for everybody, Lindy decides. It’s her fourth night stocking cereals. It’s meant to be punishment, either a temporary demotion from working the register or a toe-in-the dark waters of the vampire shift—her decision. The first couple of nights …
He keeps the tape in the refrigerator, she thinks. It’s cold on her wrists, on her ankles. On her mouth. It’s the third day, maybe the fourth. She’s to the stage of blaming herself. She should have been smarter, she …
The sled had to be four hundred years old. It was old enough that Teeger couldn’t place it anyway, and the license he’d flashed back at port put him at his seventh refit. Figuring he took each build as far …
You never hit a story that’s only one genre, do you? Westerns tend to have some element of romance, horror uses comedy as pressure-release valve, fantasy’s nearly always got a few solid action sequences, science fiction and spy thrillers trade …