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Spitting in Wind

            “Mr. Motes…what do you walk on rocks for?”             “To pay,” he said in a harsh voice.             “Pay for what?”             “It don’t make any difference for what,” he said.                                                                                                       (Wise Blood, Flannery O’Connor) Doors both invite and close against the knock. … Continue reading

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Votive Offering

that time in Jogja the hotel balcony on Sosrowijayan rain thick as a curtain the sugared tea sweet as _____________   tonight we’ll go & dine at a hotel for the rich then I’ll wrap you in yards of spun … Continue reading

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Lee Mingwei: The Moving Garden*

the flowers pour in from the market gardens rest in a gentle spiral in the trough the artist requests that a viewer pluck a flower take some circuitous route to their next place of call & gift the bloom to … Continue reading

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Silence

You cannot believe it is time for her to leave. Fifteen years. Really? You were only ten when she started working for your family, probably her first expat family. She had worked for local families before yours, you know. She … Continue reading

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A Sensitive Ear

They say he is autistic. When his parents first told me that this was what the specialists had determined, I was skeptical. I knew what autism was, and had even been around autistic children before, particularly during a time when … Continue reading

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The Falsity of Fast Deaths

You picture broken necks quick as wishing bones. I didn’t know the head could hang for hours, limp and heavy as forgotten, unsqueezed washcloths. That you still had to rush them to the vet, cradle their little heads like overripe … Continue reading

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How many crows make a murder?

How many crows make a murder? I asked in the birdshit-covered Adirondack chairs that hovered like watchful mothers over the hotel pool. The two of us, our white skin blinding in the Mumbai sun, worked fingers over phone screens to … Continue reading

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