GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
Let me tell you about the time I got promoted at Denny’s for being a lunatic. I was twenty-seven, working graveyard shifts in Santa Barbara, wearing a uniform that smelled…
The woman in the painting was waiting for me. I wasn’t going through anything when I read Rose Madder. No tragic breakup, no existential meltdown, no inner child clawing its…
Victor had always suspected his family would enjoy his funeral more than his birthday. What surprised him was receiving an invitation. It arrived on a Thursday, between an electricity bill…
I used to think self-hatred was a side effect of being self-aware. A tax you paid for looking in the mirror too long. Other people seemed able to make a…