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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On The Prowl

On The Prowl

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…

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Checkpoint 104

Checkpoint 104

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…

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They'll say it was an Honest Mistake

They’ll say it was an Honest Mistake

“Yo, J, Got a light?” I pulled the convenient store lighter from my pocket with finger cutoff gloves. My nails were blackened from the shop,…

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In Gresham

In Gresham

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…

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The Almost Mother

The Almost Mother

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…

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Summers of Solitude

Summers of Solitude

I grew up afraid of asking questions, afraid of being curious. It still affects the way I live. Any time I crossed that line as…

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Rumsey's Watch

Rumsey’s Watch

Walter looked at his watch, the warm sun reflecting across its silver blue dial into his eyes. The second hand appeared to be moving in…

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A Light Eulogy

A Light Eulogy

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…

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