Cassie doesn’t like bugs anymore. She stands in her bedroom, her hands on her hips,

Part 1                Otto Diffenderfer ran away to join the circus. But who doesn’t, one way

The mirror atop the dressing table was speckled with dirt and lipstick smudges as she craned

           Elijah got on the “A” train at Euclid Avenue in Brooklyn. He wondered if he’d

Now The night was cooling fast, the sky washed in that soft, church-parking-lot sodium glow. He

             There is a sign on the I380. There is nothing truly remarkable about this sign.