
Kill All Taigs
If I thought I knew what it meant to be Catholic in Belfast (because I’m Irish Catholic, because I’d researched, Continue reading
If I thought I knew what it meant to be Catholic in Belfast (because I’m Irish Catholic, because I’d researched, Continue reading
“Number seven.” Irina approached the visa interview window. The consular officer looked through her papers. “Where did you meet your Continue reading
During foreplay, one of them heard the neighbors––the athletic young Russian couple perhaps?––also indulging, the bed frame crying, murmurs leaking Continue reading
Sometimes I’m sixteen again. He’s smoking a cigarette, rolling the filter around in his teeth. The smoke escapes through the Continue reading
Grandpa says Cousin Jenny is an Elizabethan. Apparently Elizabethans are women who like other women. I ask him if Jenny Continue reading
When he made a fist, we kicked in windows and dragged infidels into the street. When he muttered, “Breathe,” we Continue reading
Father says I’m foolish to spend so much time volunteering at the shelter. He probes, “What did those people ever Continue reading
Waitresses, cashiers, and factory jobs: Malcolm’s hard-working family history was authored by the city. His parents used determination to propel Continue reading