June 4, 2016
Three Stories: Le Domaine, Staré Město & el desaparecido
“My mother planted the lavender bushes by the gazebo. They attracted bees in the summer and the buzzing of the bees and the soft scent of lavender filled my head with dreams.”
“It began to snow lightly as I walked to the bridge. The city was grey stone. Follow the pigeons, Alice had said, and I crossed empty plazas and entered dark tunnels and emerged into the light and no pigeon or angel flew up in my path.”
“Manuel didn’t go by Manuel anymore by the time I met him. That is how I should have known he would disappear.”
A triptych, because I love the word.
June 1, 2016
“The railroad boys are ghosts. They sit cross-legged on the tracks and stare into the sun, like they’re waiting for some meaning to fall from the sky and tug their eyes open. Or closed, maybe. I don’t know the faces of most of the boys, not anymore. The older ones go missing.”
I wrote this story when I was 19. The writer Ma Thida once called it “very emotional.”
April 29, 2015
Excerpts from my novella, “The End of Peril, the End of Enmity, the End of Strife, A Haven.” Thank you Notre Dame, South Bend, Hoosiers.
Also, I do own more than one shirt. This is just my lucky reading shirt. I get now why people do lucky underwear instead.
December 18, 2014
December 4, 2014
May 18, 2014
Parallel | Ouroboro story up on Sleepingfish ∞
“WE FOLLOW THE RAILROAD THROUGH the shrubbery. Every once in a while, there is a fallen tree, or a spiky plant growing thick and low, and we have to go around. I keep my eye on the tracks. I don’t want to get lost.”