ceramic mustard and ivory shells cradled in fruit skins and ashes once we were doll heads and now we are only ourselves we seem to…
Just a few broken bits of bone Some scraps of cloth and a hair or two Marked and placed in plastic bags Is all that…
You’ll be the father of nations. Genesis 17:4 I. Ginny listened for the door and keyless lock of her husband’s car, but Leonard Cohen heard…
It began then, during the ten wet nights of red crabs clawing at the moon, a nymph that had just drowned in a maelstrom; the…
Parking next to her neighbour’s faded BMW, Arpita stepped out of her car and locked it. In her hand was a loaded carrier bag. She…
Several days a week I would go to a little Internet café down under Avenue Mohammed V. I’d do my business, talk to Allal, pack…
“Before I met you, south Indian people made me cringe.” Just as my roommate uttered one of her most ignorant remarks to date, I bit…
When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb The night is the unsung…
The screams and cries are loudest at night and aggravate the inmates who encourage the predators and fantasize about the fate of the prey. It…
I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect…