Fiction
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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“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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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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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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“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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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 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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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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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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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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At 11:45PM on a February Friday, William dusts the snow from the shoulders of his full-length, dark wool business coat and enters the office of..
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The dentist says, “Oh, oh…” her hands in my mouth while her assistant holds the suction gun limp-wristed, like a pencil she might use for..
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John didn’t come home that night. Reports said that a young Black man, suspected of robbery, was attacked by police officers on the corner of..
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Mic, feeling every one of his fifty-four years, sat on a stool, hunched over the hundred-year-old mahogany bar scared with burn marks from the years..
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It’s never a dark and stormy night. Never a dark and stormy day, either. Ain’t been since ‘fore I was born. The sky’s straight-up robin’s..
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Train travel was slowly dying out like the art of writing letters. I didn’t care for such statements made by various people I knew. I..