A new story

I have a new story in Numéro Cinq. It’s called “Bad Sex”

After Joe moved out of his bachelor apartment and got back together with his wife, I started paying attention to public bathrooms. Precisely, family bathrooms, the ones you could lock from inside, ones with a baby change table. The change tables were sturdy. They could hold you up even if you were not a baby. If you were a grown woman, too, getting it from behind. MORE


I have a new story in THIS magazine.


…you’ll have to buy the magazine if you’re dying to read the rest. The last two sentences: “Are you fucking crazy?” I will say, I have no idea.