H Categories Fiction January, 2017 Hsi-Wei and The Twin Disasters Note: The following is drawn from the Tang Minister Fang Xuan-ling’s account of his extensive conversations with the peasant/poet Chen Hsi-wei, whom he visited in..
D Categories Fiction December, 2016 Dry Day The date was 27 June. Or it may have been 28th. I’m not sure. But this took place at a time when I was still..
T Categories Fiction December, 2016 The Ballad of Maher’s Skin Cancer When he told her that Dr. Kahn said he had skin cancer because over the years he had refused to wear a hat, sat too..
T Categories Fiction November, 2016 Trespass Every day, before I begin my rounds, I stop at our home’s shrine to Zheng He, the one whose voyages over 300 years ago started..
T Categories Fiction November, 2016 The Fruit Grove Girl I’m not sure why I didn’t tell Grandma about the girl sleeping in our fruit grove. It was around midday when I found her. The..
I Categories Fiction November, 2016 Insomnia Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato..
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..
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. ..
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..
B Categories Fiction July, 2016 Bunny Hop My destination was about 30 miles from Reno-Tahoe International Airport. I drove along I-580, to US-395 S., to US-50 and took exit 39 and as GPS..
B Categories Fiction July, 2016 Binding Off Things were moving too slowly. By September, there ought at least to have been a back and a front. Sprouts of sleeves. But her mother..
T Categories Fiction June, 2016 The Chilean Miners I never chose to be a writer: it chose me. I’ve even tried to rid myself of it for good reasons, financial and protectively egoistic,..
F Categories Fiction June, 2016 Faces Haunting eyes on the front page of the Sunday Chronicle stared back at Angelo so darkly that he held his breath. He removed his glasses,..
E Categories Fiction June, 2016 Errands for Sir On Thursdays, because he got home past midnight, Yadav wouldn’t sound the car horn. He’d wait outside and flick the headlights on and off. If..