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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..
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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..
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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. ..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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,..
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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,..
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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..
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The Brick
There is a photograph of my mother standing in front of the chain link fence around the Chevron Oil Plant in Richmond, several minutes before…
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Pieces
It happened first in the shower. Sasha stood, scrubbing her body, her mind occupied on the day, on when the man might be answering her…
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A Life, A Book, A Chance
Veronika usually woke a few minutes before the church bells rang. This day she had been up for hours, tossing and turning in her small…
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I, etcetera
I suppose a certain kind of Calcutta novel can be written. By a certain kind of Southern Avenue Calcuttan such as me. These are read…
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An Ambiguous Weekend
Richard’s clay sculptures could say a great deal about him. Luckily, he did not sculpt very often. He spent most of his time bagging groceries…
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Kulfi
Pushpa did not know about the Gospels. In fact, she barely knew anything about Jesus. But she would have appreciated one of his teachings—to be…
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Alizarin Crimson
Mr. Hartley took a small canvas the size of a notebook from the table at the front of the classroom. “You’ll apply the alizarin first….
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The Lighthouse Keeper
My father had a job as a lighthouse keeper. His lighthouse could be seen from all over town – on account of our town being…
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Maxim Kolosov
I’d never seen a man die before. Not before this. I would’ve looked away had I known what was coming, that he was jumping for…
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The Cleaner
David stared at the long black stain. He had tried everything he could to clean it from the otherwise pristine white shirt, but nothing had…
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The Animals Among Us
I. Aves When the little boy double crossed the shetani¸ Great Heron assumed her true spirit form and cursed him, placing her hands upon the…
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The Ambassador
My father was my hero. When he was ten, he went into the cigar factory. He sat on a long bench. His father sat on…
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On the Morning He Was To Leave Mortalus
On the morning he was to leave Mortalus for the drive south to California, while walking to the library to return three DVD’s starring Theresa…
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Clean Break
Alessa wakes to the sound of bickering and with no idea where she is. There’s a television on somewhere and the bickering is just two…
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Second Language
Sapna sips her café au lait on the patio of the Alliance Française de Bangalore. The styrofoam cup squeaks between her fingers, the beverage is…