Fiction

Good Morning Marsha’s eyes opened. A grey light poured from the window. One of her hands was on Darrel’s bare back, the other behind her head. She must have slept in, because she felt so well rested. But the clock on the dresser said 8:30 a.m. It was...

The Place beneath Falling Stars (novel except) My grandmother stood differently after she saw the world end. Those who remember say before, my grandmother looked as though she were a fairy merely alit upon the earth who might be blown away by the...

Jasmine Season on Hamra Street (Novel excerpt ) Amal, Anzjabal, Lebanon 1965 I danced on Hamra Street. A white jasmine flower was in my right hand while I twirled around to the songs pouring out of the stereos from the outdoor cafés. When I danced ...

Sungitha I met Sungitha the way I never want to meet a girl – through a friend of my mother’s. The idea of meeting a girl to marry through family connections is a long held tradition amongst South Asian families, but one I never before wanted any par...