The following pieces are excerpts from my novel-in-progress, ​Dangle.

Gone

“So what happened?” He’s stitching up her left hand now—this after he pried it open and tweezed the mirror out. She doesn’t answer, feeling her face float, her ears displaced. She’s too far down in the well. Besides, the answer belongs to her. Everything’s coming in at different angles and depths . . . the catgut sliding through her hand, . . . Read more

The Breaker's Whole Thing

He’s there again: a young man, maybe nineteen, medium build, wearing electric-blue sweatpants and a T-shirt the color of pollen. His chest says SOUTH BRONX BREAKS;
his face, All Business. Nikes glow on his feet, and they’re laced in a special way
without being tied. She’s seen him before when she’s walked to work this way,
but this time she . . . Read more

A Confusion about Ears and Crows

Leon Sifford walked the roads alone. But Paula never knew where he walked in his head. Tall and slow, he would amble along like a mumbling tree, growing higher in the sky each step he took toward you. Hard to tell what he knew. She guessed nobody but his own people got close enough to find out. She’d been close only once . . . Read more