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SHORT WORKS

Fiction

The Phenomenology of Religion

The Phenomenology of Religion
Gulf Coast

The first thing I did when I got to college was acquire a boyfriend.

Maine Night

Maine Night
Narrative Magazine

IT IS TWO in the morning when the phone rings. “Damn,” Joel says.

A Wedding Story

A Wedding Story
Narrative Magazine

Rachel didn’t have any memory of chocolate eggs but here was one now.

I Should Let You Go

I Should Let You Go
Freight Stories

And what had the cousins expected, back when they agreed to put Vaclav Havel’s press secretary up for a month?

The Revived Art of the Toy Theatre

The Revived Art of the Toy Theatre
Agni

Sometime during the night of December 2, an intruder entered the Theatrical Print Warehouse.

Chocolate Mice

Chocolate Mice
New England Review

When she was young, mothers—or her mother, at least—would speak of those bad girls, presumably pregnant, who left home at the first opportunity, but Monica wasn’t waiting that long.

Essays

Jump Already

Jump Already
The Writer’s Chronicle

Having a useful artistic preoccupation is one thing, failing to move forward is another.

The Dangerous Act of Writing

The Dangerous Act of Writing
Agni

Her boyfriend was very intense. I know, because he’d been my boyfriend before he’d been hers. This was at Yale in the early eighties

That’s Funny

That’s Funny
Fiction Writers Review

What’s funny in fiction–and what’s not.

My Son’s Internet Rendezvous

My Son’s Internet Rendezvous
Salon

I took my 13-year-old boy across the country to meet a girl he knew from “Minecraft”—and it was totally worth it.

Last Things

Last Things
Narrative Magazine

My sister and I step briskly out of the greengrocer to get away from the men in line behind us who have told us, in great detail, what they’d like to do to us, where they intend to put certain parts of their bodies.

46: A Journal

46: A Journal
Narrative Magazine

Here’s what I forgot this week: The name of one of my favorite students, the name of that Carol Shields book I love, the name of that Willa Cather novel I love, the details of a story I read, just two days after I read it. This last failure was a real problem; I forgot the details while I was meeting with the student-author to discuss the story.