Fiction

She needs not to hear the name, the mother whose child has died on the ferryboat . . .

I knew the dog was blind because while combing the shop I nearly tripped over the scrawny, scruffy Pomeranian—which didn’t pompom the way those dogs are supposed to . . .

Just before the Avenue of Eternal Peace stand the snow white headquarters of the China Women’s Organization . . .

A day in fall, a day of descent, of the receding of heat and the first touch of lighter air, brought a sense to…

I can’t even land an interview, let alone a job. Since the “Realignment of Resources” at the Science Center, where I was Assistant Director…

We are built in the vertical dimension of a dream, freaks of nature who hover above the plain white of the pages…

I am found ONE BURNING AFTERNOON, deep in the sand of the NUBIAN DESERT, in the uplands heading towards the RED SEA…

I slept in another town, far from the strawberry fields, so as not to hear the sobbing…

The man who spoke with his hands was not deaf nor did he speak with his hands because he was communicating with deaf people….

I’m at the Other Side with Abby, trying to figure out which is worse, straight celebrities who wear red ribbons to show they really…