B Categories Fiction August, 2016 Being Red I haven’t really done much. The least I can do is write this down while I can. I was a lazy redhead – the sloth..
L Categories Poetry August, 2016 Lighthouse My son has ears filled with light It is filled so hard with light it Shuts out the noise. I pray he heals of blindness,..
M Categories Literature Non-Fiction August, 2016 Mahasweta Devi: Writing as Protest Embed from Getty Images When I first read Mahasweta Devi’s Draupadi, it created a minor explosion in my ‘reading’ life. The theme and starkness..
H Categories Poetry August, 2016 How do you remember your childhood? As a pair of overworn ghungroos, their gentle patter across the linoleum floor. My master’s feet fluttering around the room in circles. The poetry of..
G Categories Fiction August, 2016 Grace and Jimmy When I was a child, I saw my father as the Indian Jimmy Dean. He was a young god. That’s why my mother married him. ..
A Categories Poetry August, 2016 Aunt Laura, Where’d You Go? I sit at the edge of my driveway drinking an apple juicebox, staring at my purple toenails. I’m eighteen but parts of me have never..
T Categories Fiction August, 2016 The Story of the Woman Who Fell in Love with Death In an armchair at the center of a Starbucks, nearly hidden by its arms, a young boy reads, perplexed but concentrating hard: Once upon a..
F Categories Poetry August, 2016 Family History Born 1931 Here, by afternoon the sun slants down like candelabra; heart of mangoes shimmied fairy dust on her back. My grandmother picks the thumba..