The Pirate

The Pirate

Molly did not drink and did not care much for sitting at bars, but she drove Trevor to the places he liked and sat with him. She had become his designated driver, among other things, some of them wearing thin. She drove him to one of those bars, a hotel bar, where he...
Man at His Best

Man at His Best

Neilly’s one-chair barbershop always had at least three magazines, including that one which advises young men on how to be at their best. Wearing $900 shoes is on the list. Gi-Gi was on the chair undergoing a tune-up on his style of choice: the “Pietro Pistole,”...
Gemini: Never Alone

Gemini: Never Alone

She caught him walking across the quad and yelled, “Hey, you!” The boy looped an index finger back at himself, gesturing and mouthing, “Who, me?” “Yes, you.” She marched toward him with the assertive flair of a third-year theatre arts major. “You stood me up last...
Our Thing

Our Thing

Over a bottle of Ram’s Gate 2009 Syrrah, they talked about the earliest event in life that each could recall. The host surprised himself by how far back he could reach, further than the others. He remembered a time when he wanted to match words to things, when he...
Racial Dialog: Listen Up

Racial Dialog: Listen Up

It annoys me when Variety and The Hollywood Reporter refer to screenwriters as “Scribes.” The trade papers call directors “Helmers,” which is to say the captains of great vessels. They call actors “Stars,” glittering bodies in the firmament. But for writers they...
This Is Your Name

This Is Your Name

Their mother read them the note their father left taped to the hot water heater at the foot of the cellar stairs, only moments after she read it to herself. Though some things become lost in the folds of memory—the name of that classmate once loved from afar, a short...