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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The tightening in the center of my back and a slight tingling sensation inside my nose let me know that she had arrived. Mid hug with…
In the dusty, windy hills above Bethlehem, she drove alone along the lonely by-pass road leading north from Wadi al-Arayis toward East Jerusalem. It was…
Temperature hit one hundred, making our third floor apartment close to like Hell. I spent the day with Ben in the playground, leaving him under…
The Almost Mother sits with me on a park bench, smiling to herself, humming a lullaby, while she looks for children to trip. A strange…
Now for the eulogies. My brother goes first. He sobs. He and my father were close. They were both good at science. I can’t say…