My home is on my back and my back is broken so I lay aside the dusty trail and leak oil, I leak oil onto the bright asphalt. The child runs out the doo…
I am bad at piano. My fingers rest on two keys. The high keys get in the way. When I don’t want them to. Sometimes my piano is so bad. Earplugs. Compla…
Four wide mouth Ball jars sat on my desk. I asked the doctor how do these fit into my story and she withdrew a pail of lavender bricks from the back ro…
God’s master plan, no free will among creatures, you see this is the exact same idea stated different ways. Different centers of gravity. The all, the …
Sal don’t look when he makes sandwiches. Sal watches the television, The Moth, in the corner, black and white tv, The Moth, and Sal don’t watch with vo…
A reference, an allusion, some kind of sharp detail of their time together. She expected she would appear in his writing eventually. The letter, she op…
The mules were drooling, the sign, the driver said, we approached the summit. The trail wound back through the trees and when the mules proved correct …
Ten times ten is twenty and a hundred minus a hundred is twelve. These were small enchanting phrases, to borrow from an old Russian, uttered in my ear …
I try to stay quiet in the library. When the urge to talk gathers inside me I think of neighboring prime numbers. I try to imagine even prime numbers. …
You do not trick an algorithm, you explore it. So said an anonymous commenter in response to a piece I published in The Atlantic. The idea: an algorith…
Did a machine write this story? There are blue algorithms that part along your walls. Come down from the heavens. In little saucepans. You can take lit…
Dear Mom, Here is the fisrt letter on my new typewriter. So far—a line in I’m having a great time though I’ve already made a nasty type and forgot to c…