Flash Frog

She thinks the universe is mostly errands. Dog thinks it is mostly smells. This seems like a disagreement, but it works. At Edgewater Park, the lake is doing its big quiet pretending-to-be-calm thing, which makes her trust it even though she knows better. Dog…

Three knocks at the gate. I look at my son, Tristan, and whisper, “Think it’s safe?” “That’s the signal,” he says. “Then see who it is.” He slides the couch cushion open, allowing in some living room light and releasing some morning breath from…

My father is packing his suitcase. There are six pairs of underwear mother has whitened to a crisp. He packs a rabbit foot my little sister Rajna had given to him on his birthday. He neatly adds a Penthouse magazine. He has also packed his penis. This, however,…