Mother

Mother

It rained all through May in Fruili Venezia Giulia. One Sunday they ran the marathon wearing raincoats and windcheaters. Sidrah put her one-person moka pot…

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Epiphany

Epiphany

I turned seventy-five yesterday. Maxine, this alluring intuit from Mexico, told Sanjay last year, that I would wake up on the morning of my seventy-fifth…

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Hiring a Hitman in Chinese

Hiring a Hitman in Chinese

It was on a smoggy Shanghai morning when Wang hired a hitman to kill his wife. Wang’s wife Li Ying was rich, a fuerdai. Her…

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Tea for Two

Tea for Two

The first time our neighbor, Ms. Plinkett, made me a cup of tea, all the illusions of adulthood and demure culture I was working so…

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Fish Prints

Fish Prints

I’m inking up a fish, concentrating on each scale. A faint breeze tickles the back of my neck.  “Stop sneaking up on me, Emilio,” I…

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A Feminine Rage

A Feminine Rage

After Poe I. Shriveled up leaves hang from the topmost branches of skeletal trees. Black smudges against a ghostly winter sky—like sleeping bat babies, or…

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First cut

First cut

Elijahu, a word please. She leaps from the birth bed faster than a woman who has spent the last 40 hours sweating, heaving, grunting, shifting…

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The Best Stories

The Best Stories

New York City in the winter is a difficult place for a three-year-old.  The sidewalks are small, packed with snow and tourists, and slippery with…

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Novena

Novena

I.Buy the lotion. Buy the oil. Take the homeopathic vitamin mixtures. Drink the tinctures. Sweat lodge. Meditation. Cleanses. Wheatgrass so thick you choke. Teas so…

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Us Kids

Us Kids

In Winter the teachers stop patrolling the school grounds. They stand in huddles, hands wrapped around steaming mugs, finding relief in the alcove out of…

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Perennials

Perennials

In the garden. It looks like snow, a surreal May frost, but the sun slaps my winter-paled skin as I hunch over the tiny growths…

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The Girl on the Roof

The Girl on the Roof

She arrived in Buenos Aires with the story born of her travels so fulsome in her that she felt like a woman she’d seen in…

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One Year, One Hundred Years

One Year, One Hundred Years

Imagine entering an apartment building that is outwardly non-descript, concrete, post-modern; it rises shadowing a mosque next door.  Imagine the muezzin’s call to prayer is…

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The Reincarnated One

The Reincarnated One

1956 was an especially poor monsoon year, the drought which had gripped our region intermittently over the past few years was now starting to take…

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Lost and found

Lost and found

The old book’s cloth cover had turned gray. A friend, who knows my passion for Eastern poetry, had just given it to me as a…

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Arcs of Memory

Arcs of Memory

I No one in Bodhi’s village had expected an ascent of the Mount Everest. It alarmed his mother. Men had trespassed on an abode of…

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Remarkable Fall

Remarkable Fall

On an otherwise ordinary autumn day, I killed a three-year-old boy. One might think that the air held some hint of warning, but it didn’t—just…

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To The Horizon

To The Horizon

The wind blows the dust and dry dirt across the plains, ceaselessly lifting it from the earth only to set it down again elsewhere. The…

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A Natural Arrangement

A Natural Arrangement

The caress of the morning call yanks my soul. It screams for attention. I cannot tell who calls whom or why. Beneath me, the dusty…

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Rabbit Bone Pink

Rabbit Bone Pink

“One of us should live here some day,” Dinesh says, gazing up at the ceiling in the living room of 42 RC. His sister, Sathya,…

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