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The Dangerous Shirt

The danger of the shirt—always, every moment, it is so obvious.

The Day Has Finished Waiting

The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.

The Decay of Lying

My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Nature.

The Delinquents

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

The Departure

“I can’t hold it any longer. I have to pee,” I finally confessed to Viola.

The Desperate Place

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

The Dictators

He studies their mannerisms, looking for clues to the psycho spirit.

The Diezmo, Part One

They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.

The Diezmo, Part Three

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

The Diezmo, Part Two

I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.

The Dilettante

It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.

The Divide

The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.

The Divorce

Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.

The Docent

The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.

The Doe

When I saw her, I was witness and weapon both, charging at her.

The Dog

Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.

The Dress

Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.

The Egg

The Elephant Box

More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.

The Emperor of Shoes

Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.

The Empire of Night

We looked at each other beneath a London sky, on a Zeppelin night.

The End of Life

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

The Escape Artist, Chapter 2

Joanna Walsh

The Escape Artist, Chapter 3

Joanna Walsh

The Escape Artist, Chapter 4

Joanna Walsh

The Ex-Con and the Samaritan

How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.

The Fact Checkers

They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.

The Far Shore

My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.

The Fate of Others

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

The Field

The field wants to stretch the hours, wants to be empty for us.