selected by Damyanti Biswas

Voyeur

I come to your place because there is nothing else to do on a Tuesday that might as well be a Thursday, leftovers furring in the fridge, the haunchy cat demand...

Medicine for My Brother

Ipecac. A word that pops and clicks on my tongue, a word from the deep jungle where men shoot poisoned darts like in the movies; ipecac is deadly but ipecac is...

To Be A Goddamned Mayfly

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...

Matthew’s Ninth Birthday

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...

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...

Kettle Pond

The bubbles surfaced before the bus arrived every morning. Marissa stood by the kettle pond, peering into the leaf-choked water. A pitch pine had snapped halfwa...

Nighttide

When I close my eyes at night, the first thing I see is a great ball of wool, lit up like neon in my inner vision. It’s intricately rolled, an Ariadne-ish weave...

Soft Cheese

A girl and a woman approach each other on the street going the opposite direction. The girl is 15, maybe 16. The woman is three times her age, maybe more. ...

Clover

The birds and the bees come and go. They graze on my leaves. They flutter against my stalk, buzzing or chirping their contentment. They always pause at my flowe...

Knuckleball

I see: everything. Yefim’s fist, French fries jutting between tattooed fingers. He scans the line, yellow-green eyes sharpening, tickets under plates. One thing...