
We don’t believe in gods any more. We pray to needles and knots.
Read MoreMeasure Twice, Cut Once
Red, green, blue, yellow: my vision spasms, so deprived of darkness am I.
Not supposed to. Not supposed to.
Read MoreThank Mother for Your Life
Ncheta does his best to help the man remember. He tries to connect the dots, pull strings of memories together, mend the broken web of long-held moments and cherished experiences.
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But the Commandant wanted it, and what he wanted, he got. The Clerk didn’t like the Commandant, but he understood what happened to people who didn’t follow orders.
Read MoreThe Relationship of Ink to Blood
Su Yin was hiding the first time the fish spoke to her. It was three o'clock on a Thursday and she was at Puan Lai's house for Maths Teras tuition.
Read MoreThe Fish Bowl
Breathing was never going to get any easier, Kvora had told him when he was born complaining.
Read MoreRhizomatic Diplomacy
So close to home, rich fold upon fold, the land rolled hot and heavy. Scruffy guava and taller kinnow trees lined up along the path to greet Noor upon her return to Phoolnagar.
Read MoreThe Flowering of Peace
The pilot of the psychopomp skiff moves through space so swiftly that time begins to speak to her. The message she receives from time is not something she can comprehend intellectually.
Read MoreThe Matriarchs
I met her too late to see her own unraveling, but I know she is still painstakingly rediscovering snapped threads of her past and turning them over, wondering what she might create from them.
Read MoreLoving Bone Girl