An Evening with my Father

An Evening with my Father

I noticed the paint coming off the white iron table in the lawn. I had made two steaming cups of coffee, baked some shortbread for…

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Catacomb

Catacomb

The soft, wet grass beneath our rain boots made squelching sounds as we straggled behind the tour group led by a small, dark-haired, Italian woman….

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Grocery List

Grocery List

A lock of strawberry blonde hair peeking out from under a fuzzy winter hat freezes me in the grocery store parking lot. The hat is…

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In Those Days

In Those Days

In those days, there were no wheelie bins, there was no recycling: you put the trash out in round metal cans of the sort you…

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The Architect

The Architect

“I need three Model B’s by this afternoon,” said George Oxburn, “And Harrison, nothing fancy.” Oxburn pointed to a sign posted above Ronald Harrison’s cubicle:…

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The Tall Man

The Tall Man

Inspired by an Oneida Tribal Tale and a Selection from the Longer Story, “Cloven” On a stormy summer night just like this one, just around…

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Cats

Cats

‘I have been thinking about getting a cat for some time,’ my husband said between sips of tea. I looked up in surprise. I had…

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Door to door in the Banlieue

Door to door in the Banlieue

Sidestep the puddle that stretches from one side of the sandy road to the other, up to the lip of the cement doorstep. Knock on…

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The Incandescence of Boredom

The Incandescence of Boredom

Nandu turns five today. I’m given a list of things to get for the birthday party. Crayons, extra paper cups, Scotch tape, board pins, apples,…

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How To Converse With The Dead

How To Converse With The Dead

When he was five years old, my grandfather discovered how to converse with the dead.  It was a time for believing in Argentina. The Man…

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Still the ‘A’ Train

Still the ‘A’ Train

Not too many memories here, in these chic walls caught in the daily grind. But between the walls there are those truths—whistling through the subway…

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The Mosque

The Mosque

“You shouldn’t wear red. It’s not slimming. You need dark colors to minimize your weight. Are you listening to me?” Margie walked away from Vivian’s…

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Pretty

Pretty

Kyle used to be pretty. He used to stop them in their tracks. He pretended he didn’t notice how mouths hung open and brains whirred…

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57 Ways to Talk About Your Time

57 Ways to Talk About Your Time

You did not want it. When it came you’d have to enter that veiled, silent place where the women lived, and the things you loved—the…

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The Mistaken Time Traveller (circa 2010)

The Mistaken Time Traveller (circa 2010)

I set the time coordinates for May, the year 2020, ten years from now,I made the jump but, much to my dismay, to a parallel…

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E-Love

E-Love

What you seek is seeking you, Sara reads, a languid smile on her 26-year-old lips as she flips through a faded blue notebook and pauses,…

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Not a Lion

Not a Lion

1 The fifteen-month-old climbs the winding staircase of their duplex to the small bedroom he shares with his two-year-old brother. The father is close behind,…

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The Fall

The Fall

She remembers it differently. The man did not kill himself, he fell. She couldn’t know for sure but she had just talked to the man,…

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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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