selected by Damyanti Biswas

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...

Breath

Mykhail Kruchevich had hit his wife only once. Whether he had then considered her possible response, he could not now remember, nor could he recall what had pr...

Reproductive History

The imaginary baby Put a pillow under your t-shirt. Turn sideways and look in the mirror. This is not what it will look like. Hold a stuffed animal in your ...

The James Bonds

When they are not on duty, the James Bonds live at 125 Wellington Square. From the outside, it is nothing more than an unobtrusive gray metal door set in a worn...

Black As

She’s all sharp angles and dark and heavy brooding, anyone can see that. As soon as she opens the door she thumps herself down on the seat, turns to the window ...