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Spring 2025
And his arm never grew back
When she’d seen that cowering boy weeks after holding the lizard in one hand, whole tail and all, she thought maybe the town was right. Maybe it wasn’t right for a little girl to like fightin’ so much. Maybe she was born under a red moon and would see hellfire. And maybe she liked it better that way...
Hey dude
He’s a big guy. He has big teeth and a big winning smile. He is all charisma. His voice is loud and rich and sonorous. The world holds space just for him. Pockets of air already in his shape: this is the sense of it. He says, hey dude...
Nowruz
It wasn’t like the other days, the birthdays, the anniversaries, the days that somehow, eventually, I found passing me by, unnoticed. Nowruz lingers, every year, marked by guilt, shame, a desperate need to justify myself. This year, I'm going to change that. This year, it will live up to its name: new beginnings...
Ode to the vintage teacup
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a middle-aged woman not in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of one more floral teacup.
Fine bone china.
Made in England.
Fine bone china.
Made in England.
Ran A Ghazal
His haunting laugh, the brush of a hand,
away from it all she ran
She couldn’t remember if it was past,
or through his wretched hold that she ran...
away from it all she ran
She couldn’t remember if it was past,
or through his wretched hold that she ran...
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