Fiction CATEGORY

Original works of fiction.

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“All day I’ve built a lifetime and now the sun seeks to undo it” —Ann Sexton, “The Fury of Sunsets,” The...
Many of the Muslims had lived in Siska all their lives, but now their former neighbors evicted them. “Go to Bosnia.“...
It was only slightly damp, warm, a kind of humor between her strong hands as she kneaded the golden clay. She knew she w...
I&#039m at the playground, sitting on a swing. There&#039s a temple next door and, from time to time, the sugg...
He drank his wine slowly, trying not to look at her. Her words were flat, and there was wine in their sounds that presse...
It came almost as a surprise to Etsuko that the sun had remembered to rise over the Takeda household as it always did. B...
Nested in this room, healing from life&#039s perfect storm, I watched the winter come and go. I&#039ve seen th...
Ann was a pretty girl. Not pretty like a supermodel or a Barbie doll. Not even girl&#045next&#045door pretty, ...
A brisk morning wind carried the babble of Indian tongues to Jaya&#039s ears as she waited at the curb. She pulled ...