Fiction

The Peacock Keys

The Peacock Keys

They hung in a noisy jangle a few inches to the left of Padma’s well padded belly button, tucked snugly into her sari’s waistband. Keys of iron and brass, j

The Red Dress

The Red Dress

You are completely crazy. In the past you have called yourself fat, stupid, lazy, and clumsy—all of which you are, to some extent or the other, but not crazy.

Alcatraz

Alcatraz

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Garden of People

Garden of People

“Daddy, is native a bad word?” I say softly, half hoping the urge to ask would go away. My father leans his tall frame over the balustrade. He is inspecting

Exaptation

Exaptation

He waits on the corner of Mission and 21st. Their third date. He wears a black shirt, blousy around his paunch. He mentioned in a text that he had ten pounds to

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