Stiltsville
When I stepped out of the cab, I saw Marse standing in the well of her little fishing boat, wearing denim knee shorts and a yellow sleeveless blouse, her… More
Hocus Bogus
There is no beginning. I was begotten—just like you—and since then I’ve been lumbered. More
The Noble Truths of Suffering
His head resembled an armchair—the deep-set forehead, the handlebar-like ears, the jutted jaw-seat—and I could not stop staring at it. He handed me back my passport with the invitation… More
Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self
We were fifteen and it was the first weekend after school started, and me and Jasmine were sitting side by side on one of Mr. Thompson’s ripped-up green-and-white lawn… More
Off to Eternity
Distinguishing feature: the stiff, shuffling walk of circus people with bones once broken in a daredevil stunt. And the vest he wore was of the kind that is only… More
Salvaged from the Shipwreck
The only thing I could tell her was that there are times in life when circumstances force you to do things that you would never conceive of in any… More
A World’s Worth of Snow
When there is absolutely nothing left to eat in the house, Hana decides to ask for work at the agricultural cooperative. They give her the job of cleaning the… More
Match My Own
I held my mother’s hand as we strolled down Mott Street, entering the outskirts of Chinatown. More
Thunder Mountain Like Sand Castle
They stepped through the gates. He held her hand. She laughed as the wind blew the brim of her hat. Couples and children stared at them. He took her… More
Contemplating Caves at a Kitchen Table
My kin wore nothing and drew with black in the dark. They couldn’t see, so touched their way, unaware they knelt on generations. Through necromancy or sleight of hand,… More
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