It’s much harder to work in an active shooter and have it mean anything, because an active shooter is by definition a ...

A few months ago, as a result of the strange, hazy possession that occurs while sitting in front of the laptop screen, I ...

Just now, I found this list of animals I saw from the car and around venues while on tour: Horses, colts, foals, ponies, ...

When the Moon fell, he fell from heaven from heaven on the porch. When the Moon fell, he fell from heaven, and no one saw him fall. The Stormgod let rain fall, he let rain fall on him, the Moon who ...

I don’t care how nice you are, becoming a mother grants a certain capacity to take action, like a hot holiday chestnut cracks ...

You see I have this broken nose I got when el tico Lizano hit me with a brick because I said it was obviously a foul ...

But she sees “up close, oh, their soft faces and special haircuts, their pimples, their nascent moustaches.” The specter of suburban violence, a persistent concern of Garner’s work, hangs over “our” ...

Nebraska is a stubby gay bildungsroman that tracks an amputee named Craig Mullen, our narrator, from his bedridden preteens ...

The United States is a lyric nation. It has a geography suited to epic, and an expanse suited to epic, but it is organized in a lyric way—organizationally, the United States has more in common with ...

The middle of nowhere, a hole-in-the-wall, flyover counties—even the U.S. Census Bureau defines rurality as a type of absence: “all areas not classified as urban.” An anarchist friend recently told me ...

The name of the book is a ruse. Camping on Low or No Dollars, the dingy cover page reads. An older edition bears a similarly anodyne title: From Birmingham to Wendover. Both are a misdirection, ...

When Stasik the Mosquito fell for Alla the Pig, she wouldn’t even look at him. She just lay there, totally nude on the beach, fanning herself with her ears—he was too scared to even try to fly up to ...