Fiction

We traded memories through the night, starting with branches of personal history and working backward until we reached the primeval muck that fuels a life.

Tinnitus occurs for many reasons, most of them vague.

They say evolution occurs most rapidly in body parts that attract lovers and frighten rivals.

Maps of the Arctic give me vertigo. All that blank bright land feels like leaping off a rooftop.

Cut to commercial, and I hum along with a jingle for a machine that controls your brainwaves while you sleep.

It was a run-down joint where time stood still and probably slid backward.

Some Americans like to tie a pair of shoes together and toss them at a power line.

“Science shouldn’t explain everything,” she told me.

Maybe you’ve heard the soliloquies of sunburnt men who mutter at the traffic.