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What Ravens Can Teach Us of God

1. I like ravens, they recognize my face even when I don’t. Once when I lived in Aventura, and I was sunning at my apartment complex’s pool after a swim, a rav...

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...

A Field of White

On one of those rare mornings when I’m alone, not haggling over Cheerios and milk, stuffing kids into coats and hats before haul-assing out the door to drop the...

Mama’s Boy

The crumbling nunnery occupied an entire city block of Galvez Street and defined one boundary of the neighborhood, beyond which lay the terra incognita of moldy...

Three Likely Stories

1. The man sat in a booth, rolling a peach from hand to hand. A waitress pushing a mop called to him that it was closing time. But I haven't ordered yet, he ...

Northern Idaho Without A Clue

Desiccated chicken legs under the chairs. Piles of twisted accordion-shaped pop cans. Coffee can of shotgun shells. Stray Cheerios float atop milk drops on a vi...

Collage

Eileen possessed sub-par legs. She was born with weird, fragile bones that kept her inside when other children were outside. She strove for positivity. She love...

Before the Water Rushes In

Mud sucked at Nadine's boots as she stomped across the beach and she once again wished the damn boots were a little bit smaller. This particular size and style ...