Fiction

And Even Still the Conch

1 Still there, on the lip of the bathtub, quiet.   2 They said we shouldn’t eat fish—none of us, anymore, as a species, because it was so full of pla...

As This. As That.

No. No. No. No. Almost nothing in the left hand column. All the right hand column busy with her scrawl. The woman had not been rude. But nor had she been k...

Exhale

On our way home from the food truck, I tug Dylan’s elbow and he nearly drops his burrito—pinching it, lightning-quick, between gloved fingers. “Catastrophe a...

Little Ghost

When we have our daughter, I expect her to be real. I expect her to weigh something, to hold her in my hand. The childbirth pains are so intense I think I mu...

Crème de Menthe

The Granddaughter asked the Grandmother to make some ramen noodles, but the Grandmother didn’t want to because she was visualizing. Did the Granddaughter want t...

One Milky Window

Winter nights, when Delhi is shrouded in dense fog. The other side of the bed is neat, uncomplicated. Your message on my phone: My flight is delayed. I walk ...

Swarming

When he opens the shutters, Oliver isn’t sure at first what he’s looking at. From their bedroom window, the shimmery cluster of bees on their mesquite tree look...

Driving While Dead

My children are flames. Oxygen they can get any number of ways but the most efficient is if I blow on them. My job is important—at least until they build walls ...

I’m Not Hungry But I Could Eat

I’m finishing up falafel I picked up after work when I get Valeria’s text. She’s going through it and asks if I’m free to catch up at the diner we both like. It...