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I had to do it. They charged and stung the carpenter. So, at dusk, as they came home, day finished, I put on latex gloves, shook the bee-bomb twice, and […]

Signs and wonders. Greetings from the Phoenix. Friedrich Nietzsche, 1888 Roecken, Germany. On this warm October morning, more than a thousand people are jammed into the little church in this […]

For Ida Gray Somewhere, along the Mississippi, outside Natchez, there is a graveyard, a wind-stirred hush in a field. Vaults are lodged half out of the ground; there Rev. Jake […]

By the scruff of his alley neck I held Mr. Unknown Cat and looked into his eyes ... From 'What I Saw, What I Did, in the Alley,' by Bruce [...]

'And then of course there was, uh, great sex,' says Sheila Williams, a young pediatrician, to her friend Alison Green. She is trying to explain the long presence in her [...]

Translator's Introduction Born in Okinawa, Japan's southernmost prefecture, Medoruma Shun currently teaches Japanese at a vocational high school on Miyako Island, far removed from Tokyo's literary world. (The author's name [...]

There were two cars parked at the Lamar County jail when Eldon got there, Sheriff Boyd's and a state highway patrol. When he parked his patrol car next to the [...]

MY GRANDFATHER DONALD BUSKIRK deserves a footnote in America's literary history and this is it: he once offered a bribe to Herman Melville. This would have been Melville of the [...]

Commentary on 'What Does God Care About Your Dignity, Victor Travesti?' 'What Does God Care About Your Dignity, Victor Travesti?' came to me in two phases. In the first phase, [...]

Happy is the man whom God correcteth; therefore despite not thou the chastenings of the Almighty. --Eliphaz, Job 5:17 Victor Travesti stood beneath the bus shelter, tall, hands easy in [...]

It was the first time Dusty had ever backhanded her, and it was not just the blow, the pain, the blood from her lip flowing saltily into her mouth that [...]

A snow day for Steffie's high school and my car's transmission problems have marooned us inside, unexpectedly together. Steff and her friends were sprawled on beanbag chairs in the adjacent [...]

In the end Diehl went back to Santa Barbara. He drove the Datsun up the coast highway from Oceanside, through Los Angeles, Ventura, and Oxnard; he listened to the radio [...]

Zach had been splitting wood most of the morning down by the shed when he first sniffed the familiar scent of his father who had died five years ago in [...]

Where did we meet? The health club. She was on the stairmaster in a hot pink leotard and black tights with matching pink socks, looking sexy and a little silly, [...]

How could Cher be on the stairmaster listening to the score from Pulp Fiction and in Trader Joe's browsing through the wine section? She moves fast and she's anti-linear. Speed [...]

The governor's wife thought the governor was looking especially well this evening. As she stood before the mirror in the hotel suite bedroom, fastening her pearls, he appeared next to [...]

Stefan and Lida talked to the cook while she sliced sorrels and onions and split chicken breasts and melted butter and mixed it with bread crumbs in saucepans the size [...]

Reflections in 20/40 Hindsight on My Story 'Public Appearances' The Governor's wife: How come nobody seems to believe it when I say she isn't me? I am not she: grammatical [...]

Triple E is broke. He cruises the streets of Gunnison searching for someone to roll. Jeanne has a buck and some change. Ava has two dollars. Tom has three. The [...]

The first chapter of Too Cool is a fictionalized version of the time three friends and I went west in a stolen car. We were on our way to California, [...]

'There are three rules for writing the novel,' W. Somerset Maugham once observed. 'Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.' The same, I'm here to tell you, is true about [...]

A man named father Clarence Stanghor, the Chaplain at the University of Iowa's Student Chapel, in a very real sense helped me write this story. I was in the writers' [...]

WEN I WAS PREGNANT WITH MY FIRST CHILD, thirty-one women in Oxford, including my stepdaughter, Tippy, were due to give birth within three months of each other. Theories abounded as [...]

IT SEEMS MARGARET HAS BEEN in the kitchen since the beginning of time. Since sunlight she's been cooking--kneading dough for bread, chopping, slicing, measuring out her day on the big [...]

With chopsticks poised. Peter Cordero drove into the onion cake and spicy smoked ham at the Hunan on Sansome Street. At home in New Orleans he worked as a food [...]