Archive for the ‘“Best Of” 2009’ Category

You stand on the sidewalk facing the long room, a room that you have walked past one-hundred times and have never noticed it is there.

I was born on a bathroom floor, in a first-story apartment, on the corner of 56th and Avers.

Herbert Pannecouke, recovering frotteur, missed the feeling of rubbing up against rumps in elevators.

1. One worries about a confessional tone right off the bat.

Caleb’s choice of crayon today was a deep, rich blue.

Angula rarely thought about the man he killed. Instead, he thought about the nights he shared his cell with a dead man.