Garden of Saturn

One day in May the whole household woke up to loud wails in which little Brinda had at last communicated. The shrieks and drones did not last long. When they spoke of it next morning they found some differences in their accounts....

You can live all right

I tried learning the language of plants to liberate myself in this post-earthquake era.  I took lessons from the creak of the sunflowers revolving.  It is hard to follow, how they stretch their muscles in the weird and strong ways that they move. They were...

Giants

For you, the best part of our honeymoon was the Giant Tortoises. You’d collect lettuce leaves off the hotel’s buffet table in your handbag then go to the tropical gardens that surrounded our bedroom veranda. You’d feed the tortoise’s Neanderthal faces and stroke the...

Knock, Knock

You know I find this “joke” incredibly tiresome, right? Badly timed and creepy? Ask yourself, Ethan: what exactly are you trying to convey? Because if the point of folding your arms and grinning at me is to communicate to me that I am all alone in the world, believe...

Saint Foy

Moving the bones is what woke me.Jostled in my reliquary,carted from one monastery to another. Foolish monks have forgottenwhy I was a saint in the first place. But the people know. I appear to the woodsman,the farmwife.They see meon the forest path,at the edge of the...

On the Run, Returning

A few months back, I caught your goateed grin while thumbing through the “People You May Know” list on Facebook, a reality decades distant from our fragile, long-haired skulls in that time when we knew each other best. I’d searched for you before, in those moments...

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