I had a key to the back door of the house and when the lock turned you developed this sense all the organs in the house were twisting, that the bolt was a mile long and hitched to train cars. The windows had a special kind of glass you couldn’t see through. And you couldn’t hear…
Denying that I slept in my chair became a ritual of horses. The manager would come up the aisle and rap my throat and say where are you and I would poi…
Caleb Garling
A blue carpet ran the hallway. Right outside my door and became a deep white right outside my door. There was a table at the end of the hall, near the …
Caleb Garling
Do you know the pale morning dun? It’s a mayfly. About this big. Trout go crazy for them. A few years ago I went camping on a lake in the southern Sier…
Caleb Garling
My grandmother first described the treasurelock as the place where St Francis of Assisi’s fingers crossed before his ribs — she did not say chest — as …
Caleb Garling
There I was sterile as a ping pong ball calling out toys, I never call out toys, but they kept coming into my store waving their lottery tickets, like …
Caleb Garling
I rose and made it halfway to the sink before, my mind so shot through with holes, I fainted and smacked off the countertop. My girlfriend screamed. I …
Caleb Garling
“And now I’ll take it off,” she said in faux-dramatics, grinned and removed her yoga pants. She planted one foot on a chair, threw back her head and po…
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