The Vestigial Man | Jake Stanchfield
He told me a story about a homeless man he’d met outside a McDonald’s in Bar Harbor. The sky wasContinue Reading
He told me a story about a homeless man he’d met outside a McDonald’s in Bar Harbor. The sky wasContinue Reading
Boots doused in seawater, James trudged into our seaside cottage. I didn’t turn to greet him. The marram grass swayedContinue Reading
Caleb twirled a bracelet with pink beads around his finger and sat on a checkered couch while Past Lives playedContinue Reading
Daylight spilled through a hole in the roof. Decayed with age and caving in bit by bit, the roof hadContinue Reading
Warning: the following story contains content about incest and a sexual act. “You first have to kiss her neck,” myContinue Reading
He can’t tell where his blood ends and the wine begins. He had wrapped his hand in a dirty dishContinue Reading
Leaning against the brick wall, Robert smoked a cigarette. He raised his head up, staring at the wisps of smokeContinue Reading
The bottles of synthetic malbec twanged against each other in her shopping bags as Dr. Langley Nakamura slumped through theContinue Reading
My Dad’s advice from this morning replays in my mind. You can’t spend your life dwelling on what could haveContinue Reading
We planted Jae deep enough so, when the time came, the new him would have no issue crawling out ofContinue Reading










