My husband claims the thing that most “offends” him about my lover (“offends” is his word, versus something more predictable, like “upsets”) is that Adam’s fav...
Azadeh Fazli, age ten, youngest child of the Fazli family, announced at dinner one night that she was going to start saying ‘I love you’ as part of saying good...
I couldn’t say whether I killed him—or was it a her?— that cat in the rain-slick road, its coat reflecting silver in the headlights, its white eyes aglow at my...
In the morning, the nursing home residents are in a good mood. By evening, the act of living begins to take its toll.
I too have started going to bed at eig...
The telephone rings at 2AM on a cold January night, a few days into the new century. Andrea’s mother has died: suddenly in her sleep, on another continent, 6,0...
Because my dad and I were not the type to take vacations, I have never been to the ocean. But it’s always been so familiar in my dreams, as though I was one of...
God scratches His head. “You’ll be a mayfly,” He says. He’s had a long day. Clearly. His robe is open so you can see His chest hair and He smells a little of b...
There’s a whale near shore, the size of a Greyhound bus.
She releases a breath, mist rising in the air.
I ask a guy near me, who’s leaning on a metal det...
In the mirror a candle is melting.
Her eyes peep out from under a mass of mangled flesh, the nose pudgy, the cheeks squashed in. Devi wills the glass to sho...
Tupelo. Tu-pe-lo. This city curls my tongue. Mississippi. Front of the mouth joy. Mis-sis-sip-pi. Hippie tippy lippy Mississippi. We married and lived in Tupel...
