Tehachapi Earthquake of 1952 Earthquake!my mother yelled when the bed moved across the roomjust before 5 a.m., July 21, 1952. She raninto the street in her nightgown, Screaming and crying,the sticky night turning quickly to day. With no sensefor the White Wolf fault, where the Tehachapi...
Watchers They knew, but they preferred to donothing other than watching until theybecame the reckless watchers of the planet,buying, selling, owning, using, feasting with hungrymouths, with hungry hearts that loved only consumingeverything the earth offered them gently, generously whilstit turned...
Fictional response to the ancient seasonal farming practice of transhumance, seen through a queer lens.
A pregnant woman reflects on her ancestry.
There’s no gender in the box,colors aren’t boys or girlsI tell my three-year-oldwho refuses to take the pink crayon,plump hand a resistant fist. I begin sketching two offerings;a razzmatazz squealer with large snout,mud-palace porcine surely no princess.Next I send shock waves, a blue damselin...
/ Nana said / she knew a thing or two about living / born at the fag end of the century / into just-above poverty / she walked a mile to church / three times every Sunday / for the salvation of her six- year-old soul
A multi-generation story of immigration, repatriation, and the recovering of self-identity.
The sprinkles and ripples of Miranda’s life stop her from buying eggs to make a meal for her date.
On death.
A New Delhi woman takes matters into her own hands when a late-night visitor refuses to leave.