Always, the light from the holes in the aluminum roof woke Namanya. After a moment of nothingness, she felt the ache in her back, turned in bed, and came to herself. Her back was urging her to stop bending over …Read More
I buried the dirt into the ground . . .
I’m just going along when the memory hits me. My younger brother waving
his hand is so vivid . . .
Waving his hand in the direction
The only evil consists instead in the decision to remain in a deficit of existence, to appropriate the power to not-be as a substance and a foundation beyond existence, or rather (and this is the destiny of morality), to regard …Read More
The dog’s name was Junk, but Grandmother wanted him to be called Grey-hound. In the end, when she was around, we just said “Dog,” but she insisted on calling him “Greyhound, Greyhound,” pronouncing the name as if to train him—and …Read More
“All I ask is that you behave,” Roman says as he gets ready to step out.
He is a new lecturer with a one-year contract in the Slavic Studies Department at Alabama University, which has tasked him with coordinating …Read More
Men are coming to take Mom’s bed.
Her quilts and blankets and sheets and throws are covered with cigarette burn holes. I strip the bed and fill four big black garbage bags and cram them in her closet whose door …Read More
With gratitude to Pu Songling
Before the fur handbag, gorgeous Canton Therien would never look at me. I had a massive, irrepressible crush on her that must have shown in the way I stared. I knew my staring was …Read More
That was the summer I fell in love with two men no one could tell apart. “The twins,” people called them, though they were not twins, were not even related, and also, they didn’t look that much alike. We were …Read More
The first time I saw Salim, the weather report called it one of Karimnagar’s hottest summers. Streets bore silence like a curfew. Cows belched and jutted out their tongues for moisture. The ice cream vendor rolled his cart into the …Read More