Fiction
Ma in the Sitting Room
Ma at the bookshelves, searching for new knowledge. She takes a novel between her calloused fingertips, rummages through the pages like she’s looking for something..
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Fiction
Ma at the bookshelves, searching for new knowledge. She takes a novel between her calloused fingertips, rummages through the pages like she’s looking for something..
Fiction
ATTENTION PASSENGERS: Sorry to startle and disappoint, to inconvenience and annoy, but our priority one is not arrival or commute, it’s code for deliverance of..
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Everyone say black is the colour of death. But Emily know it ain’t true. Black is the colour of Mama bein’ alive. It the colour..
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I wake up from my nap. The house is empty. You said you were going to the store, but that was many hours ago. In..
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The tears came early that night, something she had expected. She had felt it building all day, a jagged boulder against her chest, sliding deeper..
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When I first see it, I shudder. The knuckles are wrinkled and gnarly. The skin is gray. The middle finger tilts too far to the..
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I remember the last time I saw my father. He left for war and died a short time later, a Marine helicopter pilot, flying in..
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A lock of strawberry blonde hair peeking out from under a fuzzy winter hat freezes me in the grocery store parking lot. The hat is..
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Inspired by an Oneida Tribal Tale and a Selection from the Longer Story, “Cloven” On a stormy summer night just like this one, just around..
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Sidestep the puddle that stretches from one side of the sandy road to the other, up to the lip of the cement doorstep. Knock on..
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You did not want it. When it came you’d have to enter that veiled, silent place where the women lived, and the things you loved—the..
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I set the time coordinates for May, the year 2020, ten years from now,I made the jump but, much to my dismay, to a parallel..
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1 The fifteen-month-old climbs the winding staircase of their duplex to the small bedroom he shares with his two-year-old brother. The father is close behind,..
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She remembers it differently. The man did not kill himself, he fell. She couldn’t know for sure but she had just talked to the man,..
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It was on a smoggy Shanghai morning when Wang hired a hitman to kill his wife. Wang’s wife Li Ying was rich, a fuerdai. Her..
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The first time our neighbor, Ms. Plinkett, made me a cup of tea, all the illusions of adulthood and demure culture I was working so..
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After Poe I. Shriveled up leaves hang from the topmost branches of skeletal trees. Black smudges against a ghostly winter sky—like sleeping bat babies, or..
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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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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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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 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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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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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..