Fiction

Honyockers

The concrete scratched against her thin cheek as she eyed the boy from around the corner of the convenience store. Redheaded and thin-boned—he was harmless look...

Three Sharp-Edged Memories

FATEMEH After many years away from home I had gone back to visit. I was sitting in Aunt Maryam’s living room (she instead of my mother had raised me). She wa...

Birds of Paradise

It’s the third time this week, or maybe the fourth; Georgette isn’t keeping track but knows it’s happening more often now, her mother’s restlessness swelling ex...

A Ceiling of Sky

The road to Hanalei Bay is surrounded by lush green jungle, wild chickens with their chicks trailing behind them. Over one-lane bridges: waiting, waiting as eig...

Night Skiing

My brother Jeremy and I beeped our tickets and pushed through the turnstile to the yellow line. The guy standing next to the lift was a snowboarder type, magent...

The Launch

Everyone is finally ready to pile into the old Plymouth except for Diane’s mother Pat, who can’t find the keys. Diane is already in the car, has been there for ...

The White Rocker

When the baby began crying, everyone fluttered around it. The baby was dimly aware of this, but it cried because things were bright and loose instead of dark an...

Outside the City of Death

This was the second time Shamaldas Patel had come to die at Moksha Bhavan. The rays of dawn shimmered across the Ganges, bathing the temples, shrines, Ashrams a...