Phoenix

It was my job to kill rats. To tie rats inside a metal and leather machine that held them tight, still. To stick a cigarette in their knife-point… More

In Love, Post-Apocalypse

For a long time, Nathalie’s outline has remained calcified in the bed with her ghost. The weak sun illuminates its contours and every morning I leave the sheets loose… More

The Sympathizer

The month in question was April, the cruelest month. It was the month in which a war that had run on for a very long time would lose its… More

Mr. and Mrs. Doctor

“What is this talk of happy?” Aunty asked without turning. Then, gently, she added, “You have been in America too long, Mrs. Doctor.” More

The Turner House

What kind of adulthood was this? Cha-Cha wondered.…He had the feeling that he would always be this person, seesawing between adult and child, as long as he stayed in… More